So tomorrow morning I leave the hotel at 6am to make an 8:15 flight. Fun times.  Okay, not fun times, but at least the destination is fun times, in theory.  I’m off to Hawaii for the first time.  I’ll take a picture or two.


Okay.  I’m in Honolulu, on Oahu.  Or O’Ahu.  I’m backstage again, and waiting for the show to start.  We’ve had some rehearsals, but still haven’t rehearsed a whole show, and there are songs in today’s playlist that we haven’t rehearsed.  I mean, I haven’t been involved in rehearsals, anyway.  They’ve played all these songs a million times at least, so there’s that.

I wish I could say that I’m taking advantage of Honolulu’s various cultural attractions, but I’m totally not.  I went to bed early last night, and will probably go to bed right after the show is over tonight.  I don’t know why I’m still tired after 10 hours of sleep last night, but I am.  It’s weak.  And besides, what would I do if I went out?  I don’t know anyone here and I’m not picking up chicks, so….  Yeah.  Of course, I’ve written zero screenplay pages thus far on this trip, so maybe I’ll try that.  It’s impossible to do backstage, but maybe tonight before I sleep I can get an hour in.

Okay, time for the opening act to go on.  Time for me to put in the earplugs and get in the zone.