It was an absolutely fantastic night in San Francisco tonight. Just cold enough that you need a jacket, but warm enough that once you're walking you really want to take the jacket off, but you don't, and instead walk with it unzipped, allowing the cool night air to intermingle with the body warmed air just enough to raise goosebumps across your torso.
The trees with the little, white, honeysuckle like flowers are starting to bloom, filling the air with a light, sweet perfume that makes you think you're in some amazing garden, even if you're standing in the middle of the street.
I found parking about 2 blocks from the theater, and the walk was the perfect length. My tummy was filled with burger, from my stop a King of Burger for some protein. It was there that I did my good deed for the day. As I walked into KoB, there was a young, scruffy kid dressed in a green hoodie and jeans sitting with his backpack and bedroll outside. I walked by and smiled, and he smiled back. He looked like he wanted to ask for money, but he saw the look of pure exhaustion that has been glazing my eyes for the last two days and instead just smiled and asked how I was doing. So I ordered and extra double cheeseburger and tossed it to him as I left KoB, telling him to have a good night. He made this huge smile, and armed with the burger, proceeded inside, where it was a little bit warmer.
As we were getting ready to start the Cue to Cue, the stage manager stopped, looked at me and asked, "Have you done anything with Un-Scripted?" I nodded. "I did the puppet musical with them last spring." She grinned and said, "THAT'S where I know you from! You were FANTASTIC in that. Really really funny!"
Needless to say, that got my night off to a good start.
Cue to Cue went well. The run through after went well. The drive home went well.
All in all, the evening was well. As am I.
Now, off to bed, to try to get as close to a real night's sleep as I can.