Wednesday, August 11, 2010


I am on a ship with a line I haven't worked before. I was an addition at the last minute. They met my fee and, I'm a gun for hire so... Take the cash and run.
They didn't have my usual accommodations so I am in the "guest entertainer" section. As I was being helped to my cabin we passed by some small rooms on a low deck, I thought this isn't so bad. But... We kept going, and going, and going to the end of the hall at the very back of the ship. The door marked crew only opened to the "entertainers" section.
I am three doors from the very back. The very anus of the ship, if you will.
The bathroom is smaller than my shower at home and I use a puppet case for my pillow. The space where they store the anchor is next door and it is bigger than my cabin. I rolled over last night and hit the wall with a bang.
However, here I am among my people, the entertainers. That was great until I was awaken this morning at 3:30 am to a hallway full of Russian acrobats singing Bolshevic drinking songs. I was told it was a special occasion and the party didn't normally go that late. They usually start the drinking songs at 2:00am.
Show BiZzzness. How glamorous and exciting. As long as the check clears.
As you were,


Bob Conrad said...

Henny Youngman used to say, " The room was so small, that when a shut the door it broke the window". I have had a few times where my dressing room was a nail. Grin and bare.

P. Grecian said...

Mark Twain said once he'd been given a room that was so small, you could swing a cat, but not with the cat's personal safety in mind.

One time on the road our company was put in a motel across the tracks that was so old it had kerosene television sets.

But I wanna tell ya...

Roomie said...


Just "bring home that bacon" and try to enjoy your trip....the passengers on the ship will certainly enjoy you and your show!!!!

Carry on,