Went down to Costa Mesa yesterday for the Pacific Playwright’s festival. It’s annual weekend of productions of readings, which draws basically ever playwright and agent and lit manager and theater person ever from across the country or a few days of sun-sitting / plays / whiskey / sandwiches. I saw and caught up with something like 75% of every theater person I’ve crossed with in my career*and it was magnificent. Most importantly, I got some QT with my agent, Derek: my supporter, my champion, my Friend, the longest and healthiest relationship I’ve ever had. He deserves all prizes / sandwiches / crowns.
*That is literally the first time I’ve ever said that. I suddenly feel like I need to go buy a feminine briefcase but also maybe I’ll just throw away the fruit salad that’s been in my fridge for two months.