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On Friday we started up the second weekend of LERT's Eight to One by holding for five minutes because audience members kept trickling in. We had to bring out armchairs and desk chairs & finally the coffee table, for crying out loud, for seating; & even then, people were standing in the back. All three shows went better than they ever had, I think, & nearly everyone stuck around for the talk-back.
The first question? Whether we had a mailing list, & some way of finding out about future projects. The second question? Whether there was a way they could get involved.
It only got better from there, really. Saturday night we had to hold for fifteen minutes to try to find seating for people who kept coming down. The shows went fabulously, & we had another solid talk-back with audience, who had real questions & wanted to discuss things. It was amazing. After most people had cleared out, we had a party--the casts & a few friends mingling in the apartment & what had been the stage, drinking & eating & talking & being happily wild. Traci mixed killer martinis. I had a gin & tonic (quickly becoming my favorite drink of all time), & Traci, Andrew, David, Bailey & I danced outside to Traci's best playlist ever. I talked to the neighbors, who were all impressed with the work we had done & were excited about it; I talked to various cast members who were happy to have worked with us & I tried to express how inexpressibly thrilled I was to have them; & I felt grown up.
I felt like we'd done something. There are few things more exciting than to be part of a project like this that is truly successful & interesting & sustainable & profitable, of all things; a project that was planned & worked hard on & carried through. I maybe have never been more proud.
Tonight Andrew & my mom & I ushered for Re-Act's production of Angels in America: Perestroika. When we arrived at an hour call, the cast was still outside, having been locked out (it's at Ethnic Cultural on the UW campus, therefore subject to UW security). Apparently no one with the key was even in Seattle, so several of us tried to pick the lock. We eventually got in (through the magic of Dennis), & the show began twenty minutes late, ridiculously fast for a cast that got into the theater five minutes before the supposed start time.
& it was brilliant--you must go see this. It's one of the best plays ever, truly, & this production is beautiful & so well done. It's entirely worth it. Go. Go now. I would write more about my work-life frustrations, but I'm too buoyed by the wonderful theater that occurred all weekend to think about it right now. I have chosen the right career. I know I have. I can't do anything else.
The first question? Whether we had a mailing list, & some way of finding out about future projects. The second question? Whether there was a way they could get involved.
It only got better from there, really. Saturday night we had to hold for fifteen minutes to try to find seating for people who kept coming down. The shows went fabulously, & we had another solid talk-back with audience, who had real questions & wanted to discuss things. It was amazing. After most people had cleared out, we had a party--the casts & a few friends mingling in the apartment & what had been the stage, drinking & eating & talking & being happily wild. Traci mixed killer martinis. I had a gin & tonic (quickly becoming my favorite drink of all time), & Traci, Andrew, David, Bailey & I danced outside to Traci's best playlist ever. I talked to the neighbors, who were all impressed with the work we had done & were excited about it; I talked to various cast members who were happy to have worked with us & I tried to express how inexpressibly thrilled I was to have them; & I felt grown up.
I felt like we'd done something. There are few things more exciting than to be part of a project like this that is truly successful & interesting & sustainable & profitable, of all things; a project that was planned & worked hard on & carried through. I maybe have never been more proud.
Tonight Andrew & my mom & I ushered for Re-Act's production of Angels in America: Perestroika. When we arrived at an hour call, the cast was still outside, having been locked out (it's at Ethnic Cultural on the UW campus, therefore subject to UW security). Apparently no one with the key was even in Seattle, so several of us tried to pick the lock. We eventually got in (through the magic of Dennis), & the show began twenty minutes late, ridiculously fast for a cast that got into the theater five minutes before the supposed start time.
& it was brilliant--you must go see this. It's one of the best plays ever, truly, & this production is beautiful & so well done. It's entirely worth it. Go. Go now. I would write more about my work-life frustrations, but I'm too buoyed by the wonderful theater that occurred all weekend to think about it right now. I have chosen the right career. I know I have. I can't do anything else.
