Large Instruction Room

After an extended long weekend involving a stay at home (I need a certain amount of Nantucket Red and Burberry plaid in my environment to fully recharge; I suck peppiness from them like a plant sucks nutrients from the sun) AND an escape to the big city (a fabulous tour of the fabulous new apartment of my fabulous friend) we are back on the road! Here we are in the wilds of upstate New York, where the desk clerk at the Quality Inn (not to be confused with the Econolodge with whom we share a parking lot or the Silo Restaurant, Inn and Country Store next door) was so starved for company he talked our ear off every time we crossed the lobby floor. I don't think the man had seen another human being for weeks. He even carried my bag up the stairs just to prolong our human interaction, and believe me, that is no small task. But seriously, A plus for the Quality Inn, as it was the first hotel that had yogurt in the free breakfast. Ah, it's the little things that make life better.

In every venue, (hello Junior High du jour!) once we've unloaded every egregiously heavy box and oddly shaped, bruising set piece off the truck, we break off into our specific jobs. As wardrobe/makeup mistress, my real job is to MacGyver some sort of dressing room area out of whatever I've been given. Today it was a bathroom, and the lighting was good, but there was no table space. Thankfully I was able to get two desks from the janitors, because I was thisclose to trying to build something out of the urinals, which would not have been pretty. Just as I was getting grumpy, on my way back to the stage, located in the vaguely communist sounding Large Instruction Room, the teacher who was sort of organizing the event said, "Stephanie - let me guess - you're playing Katrina!" I delightedly responded yes, and she said "ah, how did I guess!" So it's nice to know that I can still look cute enough after hauling around giant wardrobes in no makeup and sweatpants.

We're currently in a hotel/Outback Steak House in Danbury, CT, and only one light works in the room, so I'm huddled next to the glow of Will and Grace on Lifetime. I fear my home state is not making a good impression.