Damn. Boardwalk emailed me today saying they'd rescheduled the shoot. And I was SO looking forward to getting back to my beloved show...
And yesterday, thank God, was (as far as I know) my last day on Black Nativity, and I can't think of a show I'm happier to say goodbye to. Instead of being what they said it would be, which was a matching shot (i.e., back to the set you were on in the first place...in my case, Times Square), it was a whole new scene. In friggin' Harlem.
Now, I certainly have no objection to Harlem. Parts of it are you could die from it gorgeous...the parks, the glorious brownstones...but it's got these hills. These steep, steep hills. And the subway station for where I was going, which was on the same block where I went for my costume fitting, has four flights of stairs...four LONG flights of stairs...up to the street. And then a long, high hill to walk up. Turns out, I learned yesterday, that there's an escalator at the subway. Unfortunately, there's no signage for it.
However, with the help of the MTA Trip Planner, I discovered that I could take a bus to within two blocks...which I did. Bliss. Until I discovered that our action consisted of spending the day walking up and down a muddy hill. And did I mention that it was 32 degrees out with an 18 mile an hour wind? Up and down. Up and down. Every bone in my body aches. I may never be able to feel my toes again, two pairs of socks notwithstanding.
Ah, well. I have rested today. Tomorrow is laundry, grocery shopping (my checks for the first two days of Black Nativity arrived) and a quick jaunt to the good old Bistro, where I had my phone on the back bar charging and managed to leave without it. Dumb. Oh, well...
And opening week of the play coming up!