NEVER, EVER going against my instincts.

So we meet at the National f Theater, luggage in toe and fart around at the theater coffee shop until it’s time to go to the airport.

..when:
“A plane crashed in Skopje. No survivors.”

THE. FUUUCK.
GIMME MY PASSPORT

N-O-W

On the brink of hysterics, demanded my passport back and barked that I was taking full fucking responsibility to get my fucking ass to fucking Skopje by fucking train, which a few of the cast members had opted for and were already on the way; why had I agreed to the plane?! Marilita decided to join me so we so we dragged ourselves to the train station and stood in line for tickets. Not 2 minutes we were there, I get a phone call: “Show’s canceled. Come back.”

Fuck yeah.