We did a long rehearsal at a studio near 10th Ave, and the High Line–disused elevated train tracks that used to haul cargo from the piers to the West side warehouses, and are now covered with weeds and tall grasses. During the dinner break, waiting for the Thai food to arrive, we all went outside and squinted up at the High Line, trying to figure out a way to get up there–shimmy up that girder there? Use hedge clippers to cut the fence there? Make friends with the owner of the auto body shop and see if there’s stairs to his roof? Jump up onto that fire escape and climb over, being mindful of the barbed wire?