![]() ![]() That’s a recipe to get my tear-factory started! ![]() So I suppose it shouldn’t come as a surprise that I’m a little teary-eyed as I type on a Sunday afternoon – we did have our final performance last night followed quickly (by me) with a grilled cheese sandwich, two gin and tonics, a few hours of frenzied dancing with castmates and five hours of sleep. There’s a mourning period at the end of every show for me – a sense of loss and disorientation as I transition back to “real life” and to all of the many tasks and people who were banished to the back-burner during weeks of rehearsal and performance. I’m really sad to say good-bye to RICHIE and all the trappings associated with that production. Well, actually I’m always divided it’s just more obvious when I’m in rehearsal. ![]() I am a person divided until the show closes. When I’m involved in a show, even when I’m not physically there, I’m mentally there. Now I have more space in my life for so many things – because in my experience at least, theatre takes up a lot of space. Now I have my evenings back and I can sleep – oh, a blessed bedtime of 9:30 pm! Now I can pay more attention to my child and my husband and my family and friends. Catching up on sleep, on cleaning, on emails and phone calls and appointments and Candy-Land and cooking, catching up on the life that resided outside of the theatre bubble that I rolled around in for six high-speed weeks. On Saturday night, we concluded our nine performance run of RICHIE. ![]()
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