Portland Net

Those of you taking the musical theatre workshop: we begin Monday at 9AM. Be there by 8.50. If you saunter in at 9.01 thinking you'll get in, too bad. Equity standards for breaks and lunch (food won't be provided but there's ample time to get something if you don't pack your own lunch).

We'll end on Friday with a revue/showcase open to the public at 8PM.

There are fifteen participants at the moment, with the people from the [...] wormhole being Rachel Berry, Blaine Anderson, and Kurt Hummel, with Karen Cartwright as my assistant. If anyone else wants to enroll, this is your last chance.

Running this workshop is the only reason I'm not blackout drunk right now trying to click my heels back home.

It's a five hour flight to New York. I think I might make the trip next weekend. Central Park, the Met, MoMA, Brooklyn Museum... God, it feels like it's been forever, rather than all of six weeks. It's just a pity I can't stop by my old place while I'm there.

My date was amazing last night. He took me out to this nice Italian Restaurant, then we walked around and he showed me around Portland, and for dessert he took me out for frozen yogurt. We talked for hours and he's such a nice guy. Things are really looking up, tomorrow I have a Workshop and next weekend Trevor wants to go on another date. I think I like this place.

Are you free tonight? I'm sorry again about yesterday. I need to talk to you about something.

Okay, it's sort of short notice, but whatever. I'm going to be at the arcade tomorrow about two o'clock if anyone wants to come and make me look like I have friends, otherwise I'll probably spend all my money on games that give out tickets because I never got to as a kid.

George, Nina, and Eve are gone.