Our day usually starts off with waking up and going to breakfast. Here we had a great meal at the Mermaid Cafe. Server "Samantha" aka ?????? (it's not her real name as she wanted to be anonymous) because she kept on messing up the orders and spilling things here and there and well it was an off morning for "Samantha" aka ??????. Kidding, aside she is very sweet. Everyone deserves one right?! Nonetheless, she was wonderful and so is Mermaid Cafe. They've been around for 2 years I think and serve some great eggs and reindeer sausages. Right next to it is a bookstore where I spoke with Mike Armstrong from the Homer News for an article that should come out today.
On our way walking back as they ladies posed in front of the Mermaid Cafe and May Lee tried to reference the ummm you know women from the sea in the Odyssey or Iliad or Greek tale...oh "whatever"...yes the sirens. It occurred to us that I had no place with them in the picture. So being that they were the three Sirens...I was then designated as the Cyclops. So IF I were and did become one...this is how I would look. I'd be a pretty smart one though...most cyclops were giants and dumb! Or at least that's what I'm told.
Next on the list Jen and Leilani scheduled a massage because...hey it's hard work what we do. The stress of the production schedule, traveling, performing, teching...we needed to rejuvenate and relax AND it's no wonder! I mean look at this...can the stress levels be any higher? This is the van I'm driving around town, the conditions are icy and snowy, up hills and valleys. It's a 16 passenger, heavy duty Dodge..mutha'f and the massage therapist Sara LaQue is way up in the hills of Homer...like a good mile and and half up West Hills Drive which is like a Skyline Drive of any major city with mountains. The Refugee Nation crew, Leilani, Jen and May Lee have had a fearful experience with me already in Anchorage driving on black ice there. The famous "kiss" at the stop sign on Bragaw and 16th one block away from Out North. So...stressed yet?...See the cracked windshield. No rear view mirror. Low gas! Humph...and you thought this acting thing was easy...HELL NO! I had to find a way to climb up on the front bumper and scrape off ice and snow. Today...I get MY massage. Deep tissue anyone?!
One thing about Homer and Alaska in general is...I can never go wrong with names. So far we've met 5 Mikes...Huelsman, Hayes, Armstrong, Mason and our wonderful photographer and awesome cook at Panarelli's, Mike Walsh. Now, take a moment to count that for a second. Four are in Homer....so the odds are good that the I'll probably meet another angel called Mike "Where the land ends and the sea begins." There are a lot of Mikes here...so if you come to Alaska don't worry about remembering names. Start with "Hey Mike" and you'll be fine.
Finally, here is a great shot of me wondering around Homer and meeting up with canine Babu. There are many wonderful dogs here from Happy , Karma and many others I've yet to meet. They are also Homervilleians with stories to tell.
