Let me just be straight about one thing: I do not regret moving away from New York. Los Angeles is the best. I mean, it’s not the best. There are other places all over the place that are better. But it’s almost always warm, the people are nice, and you’re never ever jammed up against a bunch of sweaty-smelling jerks on the subway trying to pretend like you don’t notice each other. For those reasons and others, I have a nicer way of life out here than I did when I lived in New York.
But so then why does New York have to be such a dick and keep doing cool things without me? The Debate Society, my favorite group of play-making people ever, have a new show coming out. And it sounds amazing. Just look:
Before the Debate Society was the Debate Society, one of the founders, Oliver, directed and produced my Christmas spectacular, Christmas with the Flamingos. It was a miserable financial failure because I thought I could bring in way more people to see it than I actually did. My first draft of the play was unspeakably bad. I was supposed to have a co-writer but I didn’t want to relinquish control so I tossed out everything he wrote and he probably still hates my guts. I became obsessed with explaining tiny inconsistencies that no one in the audience would ever notice and one night I got stoned and came up with an incredibly complex explanation of something meaningless that I was baked-excited about and I called Oliver up to tell him about it and he patiently listened to my ramblings and explained, “I don’t think any of this matters to anyone.” (more…)