I’ve outgrown the ability to get plastered and party until the wee small hours of the morning. It’s not that late, but it is just late enough to count as Monday, and while emotionally I don’t really feel like it’s Monday yet, I’m going to take advantage of the technicality and write my blog post now. I have to be up early for rehearsal, and if I wait until morning I will have to either get up a half hour early, or try to remember to write after rehearsal, and I don’t really see myself excelling in either scenario.
Season on the Line closed tonight. The last weekend was just a blast, with big, responsive crowds each night. It was not an easy show to put together, but in the end I think we shaped it into a rather lovely paean to our vocation. Enough praise cannot be heaped upon our director, Jess McLeod, or the playwright, Shawn Pfautsch. I’m proud to have been a part of it.
I am getting up just a little early tomorrow… so I can finally shave this beard. And I’m getting my hair cut on Tuesday. O Happy Day!