Cot!

There is an old adage, if something seems too good to be true, it probably is. Isn’t it nice to know when something is cliché then it’s going to be true. I mean, it’s cliché for a reason, right? I feel like I’m always playing devil’s advocate to my friends and family. I could say that I hate to do it, but that may be a lie… but here is my reason for it: In the past, whenever I have rushed into something or made a snap decision, I usually look back in frustration, knowing that I should have taken the proverbial step back and assessed the situation from the outside looking in, rather than not really looking at all. This has been true in all areas of my life and while I would hate to leave my flaky, frenetic self in the past (like that could ever really happen) I am also trying to be conscious of the fact that I am an adult now; an adult with a fair amount of intelligence and should attempt to make informed and rational choices. Or at least, help other people make informed and rational choices.

I think it may be impossible for me to take my own advice. I know what I SHOULD do, but that doesn’t mean I’m actually going to do it. And now that I think about it, I usually do the polar-opposite of what I know I should do, in favor of the eccentric child in me who shouts, “Damn it! Do whatever you feel like!” Oh, I’m such a rebel.

Switching topics: I arrived to my dressing room at the Guthrie today to find… *drum roll* a COT!!!! Now, some of you may be thinking, “So….what?” Well, let me tell you my friends, the Equity cot is something to be cherished and lusted after. Imagine if you will a theater; many actors (especially the Equity actors) need their beauty rest, and can therefore request an Actor’s Equity Cot, on which they can rest between entrances and exits… but there are very few to go around and you have to put in a special request to even attempt to get one to share with the rest of your dressing room-mates. Which is why it’s so amazing because I have my own dressing room with my own bathroom and now, my own cot! I told only two people, my non-equity buddies in the dressing room next to me, Glenn and Paul, and they helped me fold it behind the door… in the event that another actor would pass by my door - notice my treasure – and subsequently try to thieve it from me. Now, instead of passing my time staring at the ceiling while listening to the show, lying on a small rug on the chilly concrete floor--I can stare at the ceiling while listening to the show and bask in the luxury that the rough green material stretched over a couple metal bars will bestow upon me. Aaah, the life of an actor.