Memphis, I’ve always sort of liked you, but this hotel has got to go. It would also have been nicer if you were closer to Chicago. Hellacious drive, 1 AM arrival and a fairly crappy hotel aside, I guess I’ll still like you. Even though it’s Friday, I must get to bed early-ish and rest the voice today. That will not prevent me from having BBQ this afternoon. Tomorrow I audition in the morning and hopefully have callbacks into the wee hours. But, we hours or a bit earlier tomorrow–there will be Beale Street.
Now back to polishing 12 monologues and setting them aside like I already know them well enough. Which, of course, I do. No worries, let’s just get to the blues, bbq, and a little beer.