Snappy Decisions

Every time I make an impulsive life decision, it turns out good. There’s something to be said of the charm of an unplanned and unforseen life decision. Afterwards, you have a hard time trying to imagine what your life might have been like had you decided AGAINST it.

In late 2003, I made a snap decision to go to France with my old buddy Greg. We landed, spent a day or two in Lyon, hit the slopes a couple times, worked at a shabby little hotel bar, popped ’round Istanbul, played chess every now and then, and had a few laughs here and there. It was fantastic.

Then I came home. I had three years of school left, and I had to become a slave to the wage in order to sustain myself for that time. I discovered that any job will produce a curious duality every time: Assholes in charge, but a good group of friends to work with. That’s what I have at the theater, and it’s good times all around. But in no way does it resemble or replicate the feeling I had in France. The feeling of being somewhere.