Poop Shute

At seven pm, last night I was HERE.

As of four pm, today (Arizona time) I am HERE.

Almost twenty-one hours of straight drive time. I say almost because late last night we had been getting phone updates on The Suns/ Clippers game, and when we read the text messages saying "DOUBLE OVER TIME!" we pulled off immediately in HOLBROOK, AZ to watch the end of the game in a hole-in-the-wall sports bar. I haven't paid attention to basketball in years, but The Suns have been fun to watch this post season.

Anyway. Almost there. Almost to my temporary home away from home. I'm stinky, I'm hungry, I'm exhausted. I'm also at a Red Roof Inn and paying ten bucks to post this right now. Boo.

The guy I'm driving with introduced me to this indcredible musical called The Last Five Years. It's a two-person show about a young relationship that goes south after about five years time. We watch Jamie and Kathy fall in love and fall apart. The story unfolds as they take turns singing solo after beautiful solo.

The really intriguing part is the top of the show, and Kathy's first number, takes place at the end of the five years when she is mourning the loss of the relationship, and Jamie's first number is at the beginning when he was full of electricity for the woman he had just met. We watch one of them move forward through time as the other moves backward. As they take turns, Kathy's songs slowly grow happier and more optimistic, while Jamie's get darker until he reaches the end of his rope. Their temporal paths cross in the middle of the show where they sing the one and only duet. Here Jamie proposes and they marry. I listened to the entire soundtrack and can't wait to see it on stage someday.

There are so many levels to the sybolism of the time-shifting that I can't even begin to scratch the surface. I'm also too retarded with exhaustion to even try. You get the idea.

My day "today" started at ten am on Tuesday, and it's now five pm Wednesday. I've had only scattered sporadic naps in the car overnight. I'm delirious, but I'm wide godd@mn awake. Ah, TV, the true opiate of the masses.

This may be my last post for three weeks. Maybe one more chance when we stop to visit Buckle's (my ride) family. Dunno. Wish me well til then.