Yesterday, my husband insisted that we go to the beach, because of the high humidity. He gets like that on hot days. Even though I had something else planned, I decided to make the best of it. I mean, it IS the beach; that's not exactly the worst place in the world to be on a hot day.
Since my show opens 8/11/12, I can't afford to miss any chances to rehearse. So I grabbed my script (reading glasses in tow), went into the water up to my ankles and ran my lines. It always feels great to have your feet in ocean water with something creative going on in your head. At least, to me.
It got a little tricky though because I started to feel guilty about standing in a non-swimming area. I seemed to be used as one reason so many other people were trying to swim around me, which meant the lifeguard had to continually come by to caution people to swim within the green flags.
So I went within the green flags to give the lifeguard a break only to be constantly interrupted by kids on boogie boards, people who wanted to speak some Shakespeare to me, and general swimmers.
I still got in some decent rehearsal. And, when you're at the beach, life can only be so bad. Am I right, people?