Home Is Where You Hand Your Head...
Greetings and Salutations, my beloved bloggers- It is again time to bring a bittersweet end to yet another chapter of "Gags' Asian Adventure." I refuse to say final installment for, as we all know, experience has dictated that I may very well be back here again.
Soon.
I write you from familiar Singapore where it is hot, humid and generally nicer than the place where most of you are reading this; The very same place I shall soon inhabit myself- good old snow covered, frost bitten, Wintry New England. I suppose it will be quite a shock to my system to come from the high 80's (both in terms of temperature and % humidity) of equatorial Malaya to the confines of the ice laden Northeast. I did feel as though something was missing during these past holidays. However, I have to admit it was a pretty cool feeling sitting on the grass watching New Years fireworks near the Esplinade feeling warmer than most of the years friends and I used to go to Boston for the Fourth of July and... watch the fireworks near the Esplinade.
Weird.
Still, it was a great night full of excellent food, wonderful company and lots of tasty Sangria.
Did I mention the Sangria?
Well, blog dogs, it's always a treat writing y'all for while being able to experience new and exciting parts of Asia, as well as revisiting some familiar ones. It's also been a trip getting to perform a really wonderful show, even if it does sometimes feel like work- when we were working, that is. I feel this tour has really made me feel like I am on the right career path, even though getting here was the road certainly less traveled. Hell, I don't think Frost even saw this wee little road way off to the left...probably hiding around the corner in Montague somewhere. Anyhoo, I feel blessed to have had the opportunity to experience that which I have, to have been able to write about it for you dear folks, and to come out the other end in one piece. I am also terribly thankful that my Grandmother, who turned 101 years old this past Fall, continues to be there as I come and go from the Far East.
If I make it that long, do me a favor- tell the staff at the home I can't stand American Idol so they won't keep leaving what'll probably be season 66 by then on the TV for me to... enjoy... because "Oh, he was a singer, ya know! Isn't that right Mr. Gastalaro....I said, ISN'T THAT RIGHT MR. GASTA-LARO! (He doesn't hear so well anymore...)"
What? You mean I'm the only one who thinks of that crap? Well, maybe because it's my idea of hell. Not bit about the home, the American Idol part, damned Ryan Seacrest, all thinking he's Dick Clark... But I digress...
I do enjoy this business- no, wait. Need- that's a better word- I need this business. That's why I feel so strongly that I'm doing the right thing. What most people outside this business don't get is that most of us need to be doing this much more than it needs us. It's a force not unlike gravity that pulls you 24 hours a day and by saying that, I use no hyperbole. It sort of chooses us, not the other way around - which makes me feel a little like Frodo Baggins at times, without the ears and the ring and the hairy feet... OK, the ears and the ring, then. But still, you get my point. I only hope that everyone finds something that drives them without driving them over the edge, as can happen with anything. I mean, c'mon- most of us are Red Sox fans, right? Yeah, now your gettin' it...
In conclusion, I again extend my heart felt thanks, a hand of friendship and my right leg a little too far every night in the show, so if anyone can recommend a good, affordable massage place when I get home, I'll be forever grateful.
So, until "Gags' Asian Adventure IV: The Quest For Spock", I say good day to you, Live Long and Prosper, May the Force Be With You, and Good Luck- As my friends and family, your gonna need it!
God Bless,
Steven Rocco Thomas Gagliastro
-30-
Soon.
I write you from familiar Singapore where it is hot, humid and generally nicer than the place where most of you are reading this; The very same place I shall soon inhabit myself- good old snow covered, frost bitten, Wintry New England. I suppose it will be quite a shock to my system to come from the high 80's (both in terms of temperature and % humidity) of equatorial Malaya to the confines of the ice laden Northeast. I did feel as though something was missing during these past holidays. However, I have to admit it was a pretty cool feeling sitting on the grass watching New Years fireworks near the Esplinade feeling warmer than most of the years friends and I used to go to Boston for the Fourth of July and... watch the fireworks near the Esplinade.
Weird.
Still, it was a great night full of excellent food, wonderful company and lots of tasty Sangria.
Did I mention the Sangria?
Well, blog dogs, it's always a treat writing y'all for while being able to experience new and exciting parts of Asia, as well as revisiting some familiar ones. It's also been a trip getting to perform a really wonderful show, even if it does sometimes feel like work- when we were working, that is. I feel this tour has really made me feel like I am on the right career path, even though getting here was the road certainly less traveled. Hell, I don't think Frost even saw this wee little road way off to the left...probably hiding around the corner in Montague somewhere. Anyhoo, I feel blessed to have had the opportunity to experience that which I have, to have been able to write about it for you dear folks, and to come out the other end in one piece. I am also terribly thankful that my Grandmother, who turned 101 years old this past Fall, continues to be there as I come and go from the Far East.
If I make it that long, do me a favor- tell the staff at the home I can't stand American Idol so they won't keep leaving what'll probably be season 66 by then on the TV for me to... enjoy... because "Oh, he was a singer, ya know! Isn't that right Mr. Gastalaro....I said, ISN'T THAT RIGHT MR. GASTA-LARO! (He doesn't hear so well anymore...)"
What? You mean I'm the only one who thinks of that crap? Well, maybe because it's my idea of hell. Not bit about the home, the American Idol part, damned Ryan Seacrest, all thinking he's Dick Clark... But I digress...
I do enjoy this business- no, wait. Need- that's a better word- I need this business. That's why I feel so strongly that I'm doing the right thing. What most people outside this business don't get is that most of us need to be doing this much more than it needs us. It's a force not unlike gravity that pulls you 24 hours a day and by saying that, I use no hyperbole. It sort of chooses us, not the other way around - which makes me feel a little like Frodo Baggins at times, without the ears and the ring and the hairy feet... OK, the ears and the ring, then. But still, you get my point. I only hope that everyone finds something that drives them without driving them over the edge, as can happen with anything. I mean, c'mon- most of us are Red Sox fans, right? Yeah, now your gettin' it...
In conclusion, I again extend my heart felt thanks, a hand of friendship and my right leg a little too far every night in the show, so if anyone can recommend a good, affordable massage place when I get home, I'll be forever grateful.
So, until "Gags' Asian Adventure IV: The Quest For Spock", I say good day to you, Live Long and Prosper, May the Force Be With You, and Good Luck- As my friends and family, your gonna need it!
God Bless,
Steven Rocco Thomas Gagliastro
-30-
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