With days like this, who needs evenings...

Yesterday was the kind of day where you get a phone call as you’re trying to get out the door on your way to a rehearsal after being home for a whole 2 hours after work. The phone call was someone dropping the Shakespeare show I’m putting together, someone who was directing two scenes and acting in two others. So instead of getting out the door, I made a quick phone call to my producer suggesting replacements and hoping she could scope those out that night and a music rehearsal I was missing…
Then the ATM didn’t work on my way to Starbucks. I hate using plastic to pay for coffee – it seems so desperate. But I guess I was pretty desperate by the time I got to Starbucks – I walked in and told the guy "I need two things – one with coffee and one with sugar" He said "Iced coffee?" "Great!" "Cookie?" "Perfect". I’m sure I seemed totally manic, but I had all these things running through my head – actors, directors, rehearsal spaces and I was running late for dress rehearsal for a totally different show.
Then there was an accident on Route 3. For those of you not familiar with the road (and I think my readership of 1 probably isn’t) Route 3 is a two-lane road that winds through suburban Connecticut. An accident on Route 3 isn’t the kind of thing you can go around – there just isn’t room.
So I sat in my car and was very thankful for my iPod. I think I need to make a playlist called "Don’t Have A Stroke Tunes".
The good part is the that the rehearsal went well – I played scary, scary and crazy, crazy. Then I went out afterward, had a beer and felt much better.