"Anatol"

It's 2:26 a.m. and I've just come home from an impromptu joint cast party for the closing night of both "Anatol" (a play I was in) and "The Odd Couple" (a play I was not in, but we had the same producer). I have to be at work in 4 1/2 hours, but you can't not go to closing night festivities. Its just bad form.

Alas, the inevitable pain of the end of something wonderful. I've become accustom to spending hours with charming, beautiful people and living in a fantasy world of our making, or Arthur Schnitzler's making. I believe when my alarm goes off in the morning and I know my day will not end on stage, I will feel a little blue. Each project brings you into a family. Sometimes those families are dysfunctional, but many times you find an immediate connection that grows very deep very quickly.

The cast of "Anatol" overflowed with beauty, both inside and out. With two dashing men and seven sultry, stunning, sexy (trying to find more "s" adjectives) seductive sirens, we put up a darn good show, led by our visionary director and run by our incredible stage manager. Not to mention our awesome volunteer stage hands! I don't think I've yet realized how much I'll miss this particular family, but I know its coming!

Gotta find another project so my days can end with a curtain call again!