'Dracula' closed last night and I might be able to start sleeping again. No more late night light programming or musicians with booze keeping me up - It's actually even sadder than it sounds. That gig, two weeks long as it was, felt much longer than two weeks - And in the best possible way, too. Love the show, love the company, love the people I met, love the experience, love the Ion, love last minute electrics troubleshooting in an uncomfortably cold mansion and flipping circuit breakers in mold-sheds or beyond a maze of dancers while struggling to translate staticky messages from my stage manager over walkie talkie. I miss all those things. I miss Belcourt! And I really miss that light board. So glad I worked that show, on so many levels, for so many reasons. Okay.
One show down, two more to go. My heart's only half in 'Catastrophe.' A good 80% more is dedicated to 'Machinal.' But still, I miss professional theatre. So much. And a wonderful world outside of university. So much. I crave galas and formal introductions! [see: paragraph one.] Anyway, looking forward to this week being over and sitting back for a bit just working on one show.
In other words, I'm functioning again. It took a while. Needless to say, Mikey's death has hit me hard and made every inch of me drop. Good friends and new friends and lots of work and fun work and time and strength has shoved me on through it, and things will never be the same, and I'll never be the same, but I think part of that is good - It shows what an impact Mikey had on me in such a short period of time. I won't write straightforward about it anymore. It took me long enough to get back on here and there's no possible way to write in a way that can cover the tragedy of the situation.
Anyway, Missed you, blorg.
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