Last month, I wrote one post. Sheesh! I was a little busy! I'm already doing better! Just to warn you: I'm in a contemplative mood having just completed my second Zumba class of the day (yep, I'm hardcore) and the endorphins are running rampant so I must write.
Tonight, I attended "Rabbit Island", which is a play that's a part of the Frigid Festival here in lovely Manhattan. Slightly ironic title of festival being that this is the warmest winter I've had the pleasure of experiencing! My dear friend and wickedly talented actress, Mel House, shined in this piece directed by the fabulous Aimee Todoroff. Both of these lovely ladies I came to know through a group called The Drawing Board, which is a mass of writers/actors/directors who come together monthly to read & discuss original work. I know I've written about this before but LOOK, now we've got a
website. Sooooo fancy!
Also in attendance were several members of The Drawing Board and we collectively chortled at the hilarious truth of the situations and ramblings of each character. Post-show mingling lasted all of 5 minutes before we hugged our goodbyes and dispersed to our individual agendas. I lucked out with a train buddy for a portion of my trip. The talented Rachel Leslie, who is heading off to Cleveland to do a run of "In the Next Room". See you in May, Rachel.
Grant me a moment... after spending weeks on end dwelling on my character for "Anatol" and spending hours in rehearsal and then in the theatre during our run; finding new friends and relationships, both on stage and off; performing for friends and family... I now sit at home, alone, and strategize about finding the next endeavor. As I said in my previous post, each project brings you into a new mini-family (if you're lucky) and each character brings you a new best friend. When its over, it's like moving away from a place you only recently discovered but know deeply. Plus you're leaving behind the character, whom you've come to know intimately, and fight for, and cry with, and love, but you have to let them go. I suppose this is how it always goes. The disconnected ones who can just walk away unaffected may appear lucky, but as hard as it is, I love being so invested that the end hurts.
Its the inexplicable, transcendent moments on stage or film that keeps us coming back for more! For all you believers out there, its like that moment when you're in complete communion with God and you're pure & free. Nothing else in this world can touch that moment!
So, pulling out at 8-ish is looking more and more like it's going to be 9-ish :) Forgot that we "sprang" forward last night!
