There is a lot of truth in that silly phrase. It has been cold and drizzly for the last two days here in the Bay City. Tipping 24 feet of gear when it's wet is a game for young men and I'm really getting too old old for this nonsense but that is what God created stagehands for.
I made Mike walk from the Bart station at Powell and Market to the top of Nob Hill where we are staying at the Mark Hopkins Hotel. He's still not speaking to me. Not only am I getting older but I seem to be slightly out of shape. Today is show day, the wrap party for Wall-E then I get to go home tomorrow after we load everything at in the morning. It will be good to be home.