There's something sad and eerily beautiful about wandering a beach town during the colder months of fall. While the lobster/shrimp/crab/general-seafood shacks are boarded up, there's some fine-ass foliage and a quiet hush and a wood-burning smell.
I'm here in Cape Cod doing a show called The Consequences (by Kyle Jarrow and Nathan Leigh) and we've got the entire Wellfleet Theatre building to ourselves, which has been kind of amazing. Also they put us up in a big, old rustic house where we can cook big dinners and make plans to watch shitty, leftover VHS tapes that have been stranded over the years.
It's nice to get outta NYC for a bit.
