West Palm Beach

After a rather-uneventful, although very muggy, trip through parts of central Florida (stops included Ft Lauderdale, Avon Park and Ocala), Theatreworks placed us in West Palm Beach for three days, with a “sit-down,” of sorts. One of them was a day off. Clearly, this was a major blow to cast morale. In fact, it was so demoralizing that Aaron and Colleen flew their significant others (wife and fiancé, respectively) in from NYC to help them cope. For the rest of us, well, it was just sheer misery. What is there to do in West Palm Beach, besides…

Stay at an unfortunate hotel in the middle of nowhere,



(Photo Credit: Hyatt.com)
Where we do nothing but sit inside the hotel room,


Completely sober.


Nearby, there was no nightlife at all.



Oh, and the venue was just a boring shack.


Sometimes, touring is the pits.

(P.S. Sadly, our time in Florida didn’t end quite as delightfully as it started. On our last day in West Palm Beach, our fair Proud Mary (also known as “the Passenger Van”) refused to drive in the morning, and had to be towed to a Sprinter dealership. After six hours of work, she was ready to roll. Then, the following day, our La Quinta in Tallahassee refused to honor our reservation, sending us an hour out of our way to find available lodging. Needless to say, it was a bit of a relief to get to Louisiana.)

Call tomorrow: 9am, Country Inn and Suites, Marianna, FL. Onward to Louisiana!

Kid Quote of the Day: At one point during their confrontation, my chicken calls the cows “scaredy-cows.” One little girl didn’t appreciate that, and decided to tell me so. In the clear, she bellowed, “It’s called a scaredy-cat!”

Colleen Tractor Quote of the Day: “Ethan Marc Angelica!! It’s Sunday, we didn’t go to church and you didn’t put your tractor away. Therefore, you’re going to hell!”