My Weekend Vacation

Somewhat against my will, I'm spending my 36 hours off taking a little vacation. I've never been a fan of doing anything crazy on my days off at Reagle. I'm usually just catching up on basic things like sleep, laundry, groceries, and general relaxation. So today it's Monday, and I don't have to be back at work until Wednesday night's show. And I'm currently on a train to... New York. Not at all where I would be going were I going somewhere. A lot of our New York-based actors go home on the days off, because they tend to have kids or spouses or some compelling reason to be there. I'm going to get my picture taken.

This is the stupidest reason I have ever had to do anything. On April 25 -- I say again April 25, the photos were taken of the Phantom company for the Playbill Broadway Yearbook. This past Friday, I was at our opening night afterparty at a Waltham restaurant appropriately named Margaritas, just being served my margarita, when I received a phone call shortly before midnight. This was June 15. Apparently "due to a corrupted disk" they have lost the photos for the yearbook. I haven't been able to get any more details about who lost them or when or how, or if it's just Phantom or every show, or something in between. All I know is that in 52 days, somebody managed not to make a reliable backup of photos intended for publication.

The bottom line is that I was very pleased that the photos were originally taken while I was in town and available (as opposed to the first edition of the yearbook when I managed not to be in the book at all, despite having worked on three or four shows, and spent the entire year answering people's questions of, "How come I don't see any pictures of you in the yearbook?"). It was also a nice intimate photo of the Phantom stage management team, as opposed to the large group photos we've had in the past (see my profile pic for example). I was looking forward to seeing how it came out, and had made inquiries about getting a digital copy. So I was rather not-happy when I got this phone call telling me the pictures were lost and had to be retaken. The one good thing is that they happened to reschedule picture day for a Monday. At first I wasn't intending to spend my weekend and a bunch of money dragging myself to New York just to get a picture taken. But I was so furious about the whole thing the more I thought about it overnight, I decided the money was replaceable, and if I threw enough money at it, I could make it a rather relaxing couple days off instead of a hassle. And I'd get to see my friends and sleep in my own bed, and most importantly, be in the picture for posterity and not have to be bitter about it the rest of my life.

I thought about driving, but I hate driving, and I didn't feel comfortable parking the rental car in my neighborhood, and certainly wasn't driving through midtown. I thought about the bus, but the whole prospect of five to six hours each way on a bus was unbearable. So I went with the train. I took the cheapest trains each way, and the ones in the most reasonable hour of the day. I'll arrive just in time to take the picture and depart in the late morning tomorrow, and should be back in Waltham around 3:30, with more than 24 hours left in my weekend. Not so bad, really, and it's more interesting than what I'd be doing if I weren't going anywhere.