The play is now officially over, after the cast and crew gathered one more time last night to strike the set. It was quick. What took hours and hours to design, construct, refine and paint took only minutes to destroy. It gave me an odd feeling, looking at the stage, stripped back to bare walls. Working on the play has given me something to do, someplace to be, at a time in my life when I really needed that. I feel a little lost, but I'm proud to have been a part of it. My friend Andy Turner (the director) wrote a great wrap-up piece, which you can read here.
I was totally surprised to find that my two college friends - the ones I get together with for Girls Night Out - made the long drive up to see the play on Friday night. I couldn't have been more stunned. I am almost never caught unaware, and generally not a fan of things I don't know about in advance, but this was one of the best surprises ever. One of them even brought her teenage son, who's involved with theater at his high school and is quite the dancer. It meant so much to me that they made the trip just to support me. They said they enjoyed it, and it really made my night. Jonel, who's a brand-new blogger, wrote about it here.
Thank you to all those who emailed me or commented to express their concern over my reaction to Billy Mays' death. It is a sad time for those of us 'As Seen on TV' fans. There aren't many people who can shout consumers into buying stuff, but Billy had the gift. He'll be missed by insomniacs the world over.
I don't know if it's the weather (we're still getting rained on. every damned day.) or the apres-play letdown, or the other million things going on in my life, but I'm feeling like staying in bed all day. It's after noon already, and me? Still in my pj's. Soon, though, I'm planning to head to the mailbox for my daily dose of "we were impressed with your credentials and experience, however, you were not selected for an interview" letters. That's always fun.
I hope where you are is sunny and warm.
Scott To The Rescue
23 hours ago
17 comments:
man you deserve some sunshine (weather and otherwise).
When you least expect it, you will get a surprise - it happened last Friday and I predict something good will happen for you soon. :)
There is a wiener waiting at my house to make you feel better.
Hallie
Hey, it's 2:12 PM and I'm still in my p.j.'s. Only so much rain I can take. It's pointless, ain't it.
Glad you enjoyed doing the play. Yeah, sad about Billy Mays. Michael Jackson probably needed a pitch man more than we did. Everything is sad.
I kind of said in the past I would pay real money to shut Billy Mays up and then when he died, I felt so guilty...it is very sad but I don't think I was alone in my feelings about his endless infomercials.
This is how out of it I am, my daughter told me Billy Mays died and I told my husband Willie Mays died. He looks at me with a blank face and I say, you know, the baseball player! My daughter is going , what the???? He wasn't a baseball player, he's the infomercial guy. Anyhow, I'm sorry for your loss :) More for his family's. I hope you get a better kind of letter in the mailbox soon. You deserve one.
this is me not giving you any of that "oh I'm so sorry" BS.
okay, I can't do it
I really am hoping for better days for you
and I now they will come
like Evansmom said...
or Yogi Berra..."There's a pot of rainbows at the end of that gold..."
that would be "know"
see?
it's rained so much, I'm too lazy to type a K
Congrats on the wrap of the play - I am sure there is a bit of a post play let down. There are with most things that we enjoy it seems. Sending good vibes your way for the job hunt!
Every show I ever did resulted in the same Post Show Let Down. Take care of yourself and be gentle.
I wish I knew what I wanted to be when I grow up.
Congrats on the play!
Sadness is sadness. Emptiness is emptiness. We all feel it from time to time... feel it, it is yours for now. Just make sure when your time is up...let it pass.
Somebody else needs those sad, empty feelings. Don't hog them for too long!
~AM
That is awesome that they drove up for the show!
When are we gonna do coffe...are you free Thursday?
We're cold and cloudy here, so don't come to Detroit to visit me. I'd say you have some very special friends, M.E. I was sad to read about Billy Mays' death. It seemed like he had just arrived.
Glad you had a great time with the play. And it is amazing how quickly everything comes down. I always loved/hated strike. Something satifying in destruction but sad to see it all come to an end.
I thought about you when I heard about Billy Mays. :)
You can gladly take some of our sun and heat. It was 106 here today, GAH!
I'm sure the apres-play issue plays a factor, but all of those gray days are tough to ignore, too. Here's hoping you get some sunshine soon :)
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