...some theater...mostly just a put off...and warm fuzzy feelings...
Yes, I know I haven’t written in a while (thank you for the oh so gentle e-mail reminder). I have been busy, not floundering…I’m keeping pretty well on top of things, but just barely…I’m about one fifteen minutes ahead of all deadlines - personal and professional.
First of all, our show opened tonight! Yay! And I am a wig dresser and make-up artist so my job is done (almost but I have a crew that can take over on alternating nights) once the show begins…so I was able for the first time ever to watch a show at CWU with my family. Too much fun. I really, really missed my little sister and I got to mess up her hair, and rub off her eye make-up, and act shocked that she got her eyebrows waxed…and do my sisterly duty towards this younger sibling…a princess now that all three of her older siblings haven’t lived at home for four years now.
I love being backstage of a theater as a performance is going on. The dark, the quiet, the brightness of the stage….the magic….everything. Everything about it. It’s home to me, and I keep forgetting that until I’m there and doing it. My best friend who is also in theater says the same thing about being in a dressing room. She’ll walk in the girls dressing room after everyone’s left and the smell of make-up and fabric softener and disinfectant…to her it’s the smell of theater….lol….lol…which brings me to a funny story:
So I’m sitting in my living room in Glasgow and it’s almost Halloween so I bring out my theater make-up kit and all my roommates and friends are marveling over how I can own so little street make-up and own so much theater make-up…they were teasing me about something….I can’t remember now what, and in my own self-depreciating manner I pouted by taking my theater kit and marveling over the smell and how much it reminded of being in a show, “Let me know when you’ve decided…I’m just going to sit here and smell my box!” Trust the two guys in the room to bust up laughing and to call to everyone’s attention the implications of my statement…
Yeah, that was the start of our quote board in the living room….a quote board filled with only quotes from me (and finally one from A)
Speaking of self-depreciating humor, I finally took out my summer education friend for coffee (bridging that all important gap between friends you have in class and friends you have outside of class) and I ran into a theater buddy of mine. He joined us for a second and by the end was marveling (in the way only theater men can) about how “relaxed” and “nice” I was being…lol…lol...roflmao...it made me think about how all you non theater friends out there marvel about how I could possibly yell or be stern with a crew….lol...ye of little faith...anywho…it was funny...ahhhh...maybe you had to be there...
That story combined with an incident in the theater where an acquaintance of mine thought I was in tears over the show has served as a gentle reminder once again that you can’t let the parts of your life mix. Because, while I may be upset over a family issue I have to realize that no one will assume that…they will immediately think it’s about them or something they have a connection to (humans are so egocentric) and will feel bad…so shame on me...I avow again to bring more joy into the lives around me...and to leave all other thoughts one has no control over at the door of each new room I enter.(full stop)
There is much much more that I should tell you-ins…but I have to be off book (it means I need my lines memorized, for the non-theater you) by tomorrow and I’m really tired as it is…so I’ll try to make more sense of everything and fill you in later.
Suffice it to say, “….the adventure continues…”