Life on the road. The subject matter alone evokes strong reactions. If you have ever spent a great length on the tour, you have surely heard other non-thespian types gasp in horror at the lifestyle. “I don’t know how you do it” is always a good one. “I could never live out of a suitcase” is another trusty response. “You have cooked on an electric burner in your hotel room?” Well, one can not live on late night bar food alone. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Even with the music blaring on the dance floor I could hear music playing in my head…the sound of a jazz clarinet…“Maybe this time…I’ll be lucky, maybe this time he’ll stay…” Watching Alan joining the Steiner Hen Party…I looked up at Barry and smiled… “Maybe this time for the first time love won’t hurry away”
Zach laughed and said, “Okay Girl, I hear through the ship’s grapevine that the crew bar is done with maintenance and it will be open tonight at 8 pm. Here is a little map that you may find helpful for the crew bar.” Now, I had a puzzled look on my face as I opened the folded piece a paper that Zach was handing me. “Why do I need a map, isn’t it like a bar on land?”
