-The pull of land is getting stronger by the hour. I have
done exceedingly well in avoiding the Internet on board—I’ve been online a
whopping 550 minutes at sea since we set sail in February. I use about two
minutes of my expensive package per day to download my email before signing
off. But this week my fingers have been itching. Maybe just a peak at
Instagram. Maybe one quick Google. All in all, I have spent $50 on wifi total
whereas other castmates have spent a grand per month. I get it. I’d just rather
go to Spain.
-Although I love Cozumel my want for reality overpowers my
desire to have another beach adventure. I spent the morning in Starbucks, not
even an authentic Mexican café, just a Starbucks, drinking an old familiar
vanilla iced coffee and buying bus tickets for my next gig. I bought theatre
tickets for three weeks from now because I will be back in an existence where
there are more stage shows than an aerialist, a Motown jukebox musical, and a
thrillusionist. I noodled around with gifts for the first time, as if I am
going home to friends and family that soon. I knocked off my most bougie to-do
item—eating fancy bon bons in the chocolatier shop.
-I waffled about what to do in Roatan. Café? Beach? I went
back to my room after breakfast to wait for the all-clear flag to be posted for
crew and then I woke up two hours later. Things are falling apart.
-I’m consuming a lot of outside art. I read Big Magic at the gym. Lemonade is my favorite Beyoncé
album—far and away. I am so impressed, inspired, motivated. I listen in the
shower, on deck chairs. I listen and am unable to pull away even though I meant
to put it on as ambient noise. I catch myself staring at my phone as if the
wonder will visually come through the speakers. I am averaging two episodes of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt per day. All
three creators have made work so them and so liked. They made things they wanted to see, and we want to see them
too.
-Friday I laid in a hammock in the actual ocean, ate octopus
tacos, and sat inside a straw hut to get Internet. I thought a lot about my
future. I couldn’t stop. I ate stress cake. I went to the library to journal
and felt dizzy. The future. The future. The future. I passed out in my bed for
two hours and woke up just in time to do a family friendly short form improv
show. What life is this?
-Being alone is a true joy of working on a cruise ship. It
never feels strange to be alone. You can’t be bothered to ask for accompaniment
everywhere. You don’t want it. You have five friends. You will be sick of them.
Sometimes you have fun together, and sometimes you don’t make a plan for the
following day and you can’t text them, and they didn’t pick up their room
phone, so you just go to Belize alone. You eat lunch alone. You take a cab
alone.
-In the adult show Folds made us a play a game where we act
out a scene in the style of Tennessee Williams and have to kiss each other
after every line. Also, I played an ex-wife who followed her husband up Everest
and blackmailed him for killing a Sherpa…and sang about it. Nail polish emoji.
Mic drop.
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| Me in Costa Maya. Ahh. |
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