On the road...again

So it was back on the bus today, squished in a seat, with a pillow and blanket. Good thing I had my new iPod to keep me company. Here's the update 'till now in a very large nutshell. We started our tour again in Cerritos, CA. The theater was amazing and was very hospitable (food, nice dressing rooms, etc) We were there for four days and the weather was incredible, we laid out by the pool and soaked up sun whenever we got the chance. Tank tops and shorts in January, can't beat that. The experience was too good to be true, right? Yep, you're right. Our hotel was another story. The rooms themselves weren't bad. In fact, Deborah and I had a suite with a living room, two bathrooms and a bedroom that was separated by french doors. Sigh...could have been ideal. Our neighbors were the problem, we called them 'lil Compton. The first night, at midnight, they started bumping their gangsta rap. We tolerated for a while until they began free stylin' along. Called the front desk several times and it just went on and on until 3. Mind you, we were still on East coast time. Then around 7:30 am the music started again. Four and a half hours is all we received. Most of the cast had the same problem. There was another huge group in the hotel called the "Doers" I guess because they do stuff. Apparently they are the kids who sell books, cutco knives, fake cologne, etc. in malls and parking lots. Yeah for us. They party all night and then wake up at the crack of dawn to work. That's okay, we retaliated with musical theater songs at the top of our lungs when they had finally settled down. Maybe a little tap dancing on the walls. Whatever we could think of. If it weren't for the wonderful theater Cerritos would have been a terrible experience. Well, the theater and Mom and Dad Barton bringing me a ton of gifts on Sunday. On to Lancaster... Lancaster was fine, the hotel was shady...it had an adjoining bar and Indian restaurant. How random, so we sang karaoke with a grandma and grandson team leading us and ate chicken tika masala. Laid out by the pool again and that was that. Oh yeah, during the show we had to stop because a sweet little old lady fell coming back from intermission and broke her arm. Poor thing. I almost forgot about the picture taking fiasco before the show. The Kodak theater people were there to do a commercial, take pictures for billboards and promo shots for a program. It was awful. We had to get in full make-up and costumes and then stand there like cattle while they picked out the people they wanted to take pictures of. I have to say, it's the first time I actually felt like a whore on this tour. I can't even really talk about it, just know it was awful. Up to speed, I'm in Sac-town now and enjoying being able to blog and catch up on email. Everybody is going out tonight to party, but I just don't feel up to watching people get drunk tonight, so I'm taking a little alone time to relax on my white down comforter bed. Maybe I'll watch a little TV, read a book...I don't know...I don't know if I'll have time. I may go to the Home Depot, maybe have a lovely dinner at Olive Garden... ...and I'm out. ~Ro