One of the reasons for this trip to Boston was to attend the open casting call for a new Logo TV documentary that they are doing in P’town this summer. For the life of me I could not understand why they chose P’town in mid February to hold the call. From November to mid April there is really not a whole lot going on there except unemployment checks and alcoholism. But whatever, it’s not my show right? On Thurs a friend from P’town called me to say Logo was moving the call to Boston. Well duh! I can’t imagine what they ran into there. It’s like an arctic clam bake out there, plus they had to have been bored out of thier minds. Ugh!

They booked a really beautiful pool hall called Felt for the call. Can you guess why? It was just as I thought it would be, a bunch of twenty somethings all acting as if they were audtioning right there for some big Broadway play. Some of them acted as if they were giving monologues to anyone who would listen. Eventually they called your name, took a Polaroid and brought you over to a small stool in front of a camera under a hanging light. The questions that followed were typical: Tell us about yourself? How old are you? How did you hear about the show? blah, blah, blah.

Then came the funny question, “What do you do?” I contemplated avoiding it, but decided to lay it all down right there. They didn’t seem suprised at it or interested in it for that matter. It was refreshing. I was able to talk about me and they asked about me. They asked me what drew me to P’town, how I got there, and what I planned to get out of the show. The entire thing lasted 15 mins and then they said the inevitable “Thanks, we’ll call you.”

I really don’t have that much invested in it. I will be coming back to Boston for the summer no matter what. Do I want to have a leisurely summer or have a pack of production people peering over my shoulder the entire time? I don’t know. It would be cool to get my face out there – among other things. I always say that what is meant to happen – will. So that’s that. You walk in and give it your best shot, act like yourself and keep the monologues for the General Hospital audition.

After a fabulous weekend in NYC I am back in Boston. The flight was great; I will always look for a red-eye whenever possible now, but perhaps a little earlier since the flight I chose was the last one to leave PS. I arrived in Boston just in time to grab a cup of Joe, a quick bite to eat and pack the car to head to NYC. It was a perfect party – just as anticipated. All my friends were there, the confetti machine was in full force and so were the men. I haven’t been around that much bass and testosterone in a while…it was intoxicating to put it lightly. I enjoyed having Sarah there for a couple of reasons. One, it was her first time to visit NYC’s Crobar and hear a top notch DJ like Tony Moran. Second, it was nice to have a woman there. This might sound a bit weird, but having her next to me kept the men away. I loved it. Nobody knew what to make of us. Guys will boldly come over and interrupt me when I am with my male friends, but they won’t even make eye contact when I’m sharing Sarah’s company. I was able to really enjoy the evening and the crew I was with sans interruptions and messy intruders. I left early the next morning to return to the hotel and watch movies buried under pillows with the “Do Not Disturb” sign clearly displayed. We returned Tues AM with a sunny, easy drive back to Boston.

Driving with Sarah was amusing at the very least. I remember driving here and how East Coasters operate their cars. Let me tell you, it is way different than those out West. I have done the drive from PS to LA more times than I can remember as well as to San Diego and San Francisco. Not to mention two drives cross-country. Needless to say, my patience level (when it comes to driving) is greater than most. Sarah and I hit a bit of traffic going down and well, she thought it was just awful and what could be the problem? I said that this little two lane bunch up was NOTHING….and honey, if you want to see traffic…I will put you on the 101 or 405 anytime between 3 and 8.

My mother called me soon after that to hash over the details of her impending trip out West. She told me that my sister was going to be in Arizona at the same time we are in PS. I told her to MapQuest the distance and get back to me. She shrieked “Oh my God! 300 miles! Forget about it, no way, that’s just too far.” People forget that distance gets distorted out West. To go 300 miles back East you cross three states and pass 17 international airports; we’d be lucky to see two gas stations between PS and AZ. I told her we’d make the trip in like 3 CD’s and would catch some beautiful desert scenery along the way. This will be her first time out to the West Coast – she should take it all in.

I like driving, I really do! My truck, Milo, is my second home and in some ways more of a home than my own pad. I mean, I’m selling my place eventually, which means I’ve kept it sort of generic for resale. That is SO NOT ME. If I’m going to live somewhere for a while, it WILL BE HAZZARDIZED! So Milo and I trundle along from coast to coast collecting bumper stickers and oil changes while I dream of my future, Hazzardous paradise.

Still in sunny Palm Springs. There was a delay that left us screwed out of our flight. Me and a handful of others were told to go to ticketing for re-routing. I am sooooo lucky that this happened on my home turf. All I did was go home. There were people sent to Ontario, an hour away, for a early filght somewhere else. There were these little girls trying to get to their soccer game or they would have to forfeit. Their father, the fearless leader, was prepared to drive the team to Phoenix that evening for a wider option of flights. Palm Springs “International” Airport closes at 10pm and only has a handful of flights a day. After 9 it’s slim pickins. I asked the re-booking agent why an International Airport such as this closes….at 10! He smiled and said because they fly to Canada. hot.

I am on the same flight again, hopefully the same problem will not occur. In the security line, I was in front of this kid obviously coming or going from some military activity. He was sporting the green back pack and crew cut. I myself have an Army issued back pack and flying in and out of PS you run into a lot of guys in the military. They sometimes mistake me for being in the “industry” and strike up Army chat. After some small talk we were both notified of our delay and the possibility of missing our connection. He looked at me, smiled and said “I’m getting on that next plane, you just jump on my back if need be and watch me plow through these people.” are you kiding me?, Alright Forest Gump, you got it….H-O-T!

When I got home, bathing in gratitude and looking forward to going out for a pint or two, I went to put the sandwhiches I had made earlier that morning in the fridge. Upon shutting the door I noticed something on the fridge…in plain sight, the tickets for the party Sunday night. Not so hot. I thanked the Disco Fates and put the tickets in my bag.

I hope you all had a chance to hear Totally Hooked. Boston is one of my all-time favorite bands. Being from there makes me feel like that I can say, “those are my friends singing on that song!” I love a re-make, especially if it’s something that brings me back somewhere great and the song rocks!! Even better when the artist re-creates the song and wisely leaves original components ie: riffs, vocals etc. There are different facets to a song, facets that make it IT! Combining the familiar with something new and doing it well always gets me.

Speaking of Boston, I’m waiting for a plane to go there right now. It’s a red-eye, a first for me. It seems like the only sensible way to fly east. Today was great, I planned everything out with military-like efficiency. Gym, errands and a quick tidy of the house. I told Mike that he was forbidden to eat Beef Jerky anywhere outside of the kitchen….EVER AGAIN! For the last few days I have been collecting small shards of dried Jerky in the soles of my feet. Let me just tell you – that is over!

My flight leaves at 9:30 and after two small blue pills I will be awake in Beantown at 7am. Perfect, no time lost and a good night of rest so I can be fresh for the sub zero temperatures of mid February Boston. This weekend we are going to NYC for Alegria….a party on Sunday night at Crobar every Sunday of a 3 day weekend. There is no party like it. Definitely worth the trek through ice and snow to party with my NYC boyz! Tony Moran will be spinning, somebody I have never heard live, but find all of his collections to be deep, sexy and full of fire! It should be a great time. My best friend from Boston will be attending Alegria for the first time. I cannot wait to see her eyes light up as soon as we walk through the door.