A letter

Dear Mr. Copeland,

In the last three days, two of my closest friends, in a display of concern for me that I found quite touching, have used the word "stalker" in a questioning manner toward me and this blog.

This might be because on Thursday night, after going to the book signing at Amoeba Hollywood, I emailed a few people and asked who might be up for a road trip to San Francisco early Saturday morning to hit the Amoeba San Francisco book signing that you were doing up there.

I have to admit that I was still quite high from my encounter with you. It was pretty exciting to see you again, and I wrote about it that night while still glowing from a five minute visit that has probably already been forgotten by you. And, I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to find anybody willing to leave LA at 4 a.m., even if I offered to drive and buy lunch. Patrick was definitely not interested. So while for a split second I envisioned pulling up alongside your vehicle on the 5 north, I was pretty sure it wasn't going to happen. And all that driving in one day didn't seem like a good idea, either (though, if Rachel had been able to go with me, I we could've gotten a hotel room. The other people I invited were male, and married, and I think this would've been an issue). It wasn't a great idea, or, maybe it was a great idea destined to never happen.

And so, I didn't go. Instead, I satisfied myself with writing about you, to you, and hey, you know what? For you. I can't believe I was silly enough to slip you my business card. I can't believe I was silly enough to invite you to City Garage. I have no idea if you live in LA or on the west side or if you're interested in theater or if the fact that I'm not onstage but merely the light/sound operator is just too lame - but whatever. I am a firm believer in letting things out. And so? I let it out. It felt good. But I'm not stalking you. I swear. I just want to remind everybody that if it appears that I am delusional or crazy, that it's an act. Obviously either I'm doing a great job at writing this stuff because everybody thinks I'm delusional or crazy or I need to take it even further so that there will be no question that I know exactly what I'm doing, because nobody could be that insane.

I'm working on it. I'll get better.

In the meantime, "The Trojan Women" opens November 6. I'm scheduled to be in the booth for every performance except those taking place on Thanksgiving weekend, so if you come, please be sure to say hi. 

Love you Sincerely,
Irene