average life

I don’t know why checking into a hotel room makes me feel very grown-up. I don’t act all that grown up when I am in one. I leave the wet towels on the floor. Pillows usually end up scattered throughout the room. Maybe I don’t feel like a grown-up when I am in a hotel room. Maybe I actually feel more like a kid. A room with no responsibilities! Make my bed? Are you kidding me? It is the one time you are allowed to be a complete and utter slob, with no adverse consequences.

I am currently in Banning, California, just east of Riverside. I worked all day wrapping out for the show which is finally done.

Done.

We had the wrap party in Hollywood last night. Lots of “you were great!” from people who were yelling at me two days ago, but more genuine sentiments than not. For half a second at the party, I had that feeling you get when you realize you will remember this moment for the rest of your life. I will remember standing in a bar looking across the loud group of people I’d worked very closely with for the last month and a half. There was the wardrobe attendant who agreed with me that you don’t have to be a jerk to motivate people to get things done. There was the make-up artist that made me test that theory as both of us had differing opinions over how long it took to curl someone’s hair. The two PAs sat talking in a corner. We ended up combining their names because when you asked for one, you got both of them anyway. There was also the prop girl with whom I had long philosophical/religious/political conversations over our lunch on styrofoam plates. I remembered thinking that I would never have an experience quite like this one again, but I also realized that my life was going to be full of unforgettable moments dotting the landscape of my life until the day that I die.

Hopefully, that day won’t come in a cheap hotel room in Banning, CA.