For the last few days I have been in Seattle attending rehearsals for the show the man who has never been seen in the same room as me has written that’s being produced here.
Technically speaking, though I am going to bed and waking up in Seattle, where I am staying with my brother, I have been attending rehearsals in Issaquah, which is about 45 miles from Seattle. This means that I spend part of every day behind the wheel of a car.
As you might imagine, since I am a resident of New York City I am rarely called upon to drive. I also didn’t drive in college. With a handful of exceptions, I have not driven a car in more than fifteen years.
So watch the fuck out.
Whatever you do, stay the hell away from Seattle Grace Hospital. I hear their interns are a bunch of real boozehounds and you don’t want to meet one of them behind the wheel.
Man, us New York drivers can drive ANYWHERE no matter HOW many years have gone by!! And NO ONE ELSE knows how to drive but us. All non-New Yorkers got their licenses from Cracker Jack boxes. 😉 (ducking from all the flying car keys!)
Have fun in Seattle!
I just finished the opposite transition, from Seattle-driver to NYC-pedestrian, and to be honest I miss the former (though I’m adjusting nicely, thank you).
Good luck with the show. I enjoyed the workshop reading I saw last summer in Issaquah; I’m curious how it’s evolved.
Seattle cannot be evacuated quickly enough.
If you see a woman who looks somewhat like Dame Judi Dench behind the wheel of a silver Subaru Forester, I’d be most appreciative if you’d please not run into my mother.
Well, if you need a break from the show (and/or the traffic) let me know and we can get together and knit! Brad
Christ, who gave you a license?!
Christ, who gave you a license?!
lol. be careful!