Santa Rosa, CA
...at the Wells Fargo Center for the Arts... formerly known as the Luther Burbank Center for the Arts...
and it ROCKS! They have a kick-ass set up for us back stage -- a full breakfast with cereal and bagels and donuts, tea, coffee, ORGANIC jam and PB from Trader Joe's, freakin' SOY MILK, for the love of all that's holy. Not to mention a great crew, a nice space (although limited wings, but WHO'S COMPLAININ'?), and plenty of famous people's pictures on the walls to worship/oogle/make-fun-of.

Yesterday, we drove through Napa and Sonoma Valley -- just beautiful. I'd love to come back here someday and explore, maybe find a nice villa, stroke 'em a check, move in and just never leave.

So, haven't written in a while. Sorry, sport's fans. We are POOPED. The last couple weeks, well... there was nothing to write about! No one has wanted to lay EYES on each other, let alone go off and have adventures and say funny things back stage. It's been a physically and emotionally demanding few weeks. You know it's bad when you sit down next to someone at lunch, and within seconds be on the verge of saying, "Why do you have to CHEW so LOUDLY?!" "Can't you just stop BREATHING, for a while!? I'm trying to EAT here!"

"BUT...we're all fine, here... now... how are you?"

Not that I'm complaining. Noooo... goodness, no. Me? I love my work. We all love our work. It's very rewarding, and much better than working at Wal-Mart, or being a cater-waiter or a corporate attorney. That said... we are with the SAME six people (or seven, if you include oneself, who can also become tiresome)... day in and day out... 24 hour a day... well, it can make you a little... BBWBWWBWAAAAA! Looney.

Not to mention... things like...
1. Never knowing what day of the week it is (unless it's LOST-day, in which case, it's Wednesday).
2. Traffic in LA.
3. No sex.
4. The van.
5. No sex in the van.
6. In the van, stuck in traffic in LA, not knowing what day of the week it is, or if you'll ever get to have sex ever again.

But, the closer we get to our mini-break, the better we feel. We can see the light at the end of the tunnel, or at least see the tunnel, from here. The break is really going to rejuivinate all of us, (and also improve my spelling). REJUVENATE. That's better. Yeah, so, most of the sick people are feeling better (except for Paul, who can't breath, today); the weather's clearing up; we all had a good time in San Fran; and in no time at all, we'll be home again in NYC, where it will finally be spring, and some of us will even get laid on a regular (or semi-regular) basis. Ah... spring.