Good Stuff... kinda
Oct. 2nd, 2004 01:28 pmLast night on stage, I pushed myself further than I'd ever gone.
My mother asked me last night, "If you had the chance, would you do Good for a longer run, like a month or two?" Two days ago, I would have said yes. Last night, as much fun as it was hanging with
tomperdue,
tazira, and the resta the peeps, I couldn't shake the feeling that the end of the play put me in. I really should have listened to my better instincts and not have drank anything, not even one Irish car bomb. Then again, maybe it really wouldn't have mattered either way.
The evening ended with me more melancholic and unhappy than I ever wanted to be in the company of my friends. Some questions were finally resolved, and even if I didn't like the answers it's better than nothing. The gloom of today isn't helping the mood any. Oh well, if nothing else, perhaps I'll be able to channel this in for tonight's final show. For now, I'm enjoying the care package my mother left me: beef jerky, pretzels, and Rogaine. Mmmm... hair.
The performance last night was the best it's ever been, and I don't know if I'll be able to top it tonight. The feedback from everybody has been much, much appreciated. Thing is, it was only after speaking with my mother that I realized that so much of this performance stemmed out of my dealings with my Father (who isn't coming to the show... I suppose he wouldn't understand it anyway, since this is, after all, the man who couldn't follow "Groundhog Day"), which, among other factors both obvious and not, made this such an intense performance. I hope that I will be as successful with Vigil when the time comes.
I'm sorry not everybody could make it to this show. There are some, like my father, that I especially wish could have seen it. Hopefully they'll be able to make it to Vigil.
My mother asked me last night, "If you had the chance, would you do Good for a longer run, like a month or two?" Two days ago, I would have said yes. Last night, as much fun as it was hanging with
The evening ended with me more melancholic and unhappy than I ever wanted to be in the company of my friends. Some questions were finally resolved, and even if I didn't like the answers it's better than nothing. The gloom of today isn't helping the mood any. Oh well, if nothing else, perhaps I'll be able to channel this in for tonight's final show. For now, I'm enjoying the care package my mother left me: beef jerky, pretzels, and Rogaine. Mmmm... hair.
The performance last night was the best it's ever been, and I don't know if I'll be able to top it tonight. The feedback from everybody has been much, much appreciated. Thing is, it was only after speaking with my mother that I realized that so much of this performance stemmed out of my dealings with my Father (who isn't coming to the show... I suppose he wouldn't understand it anyway, since this is, after all, the man who couldn't follow "Groundhog Day"), which, among other factors both obvious and not, made this such an intense performance. I hope that I will be as successful with Vigil when the time comes.
I'm sorry not everybody could make it to this show. There are some, like my father, that I especially wish could have seen it. Hopefully they'll be able to make it to Vigil.
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Date: 2004-10-02 01:45 pm (UTC)Damn!!! I missed it!
Date: 2004-10-02 11:09 pm (UTC)Re: Damn!!! I missed it!
Date: 2004-10-03 12:59 am (UTC)<i>Good</i> was great.
Date: 2004-10-03 08:03 pm (UTC)Great party, afterward, too! Good to see your friends again. Kinda funny to see three 30-year-olds hooking up with the college crowd....
Re: <i>Good</i> was great.
Date: 2004-10-04 09:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-04 09:13 am (UTC)I can tell you that with years of familiarity, it does get easier to put the lid back on.
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Date: 2004-10-04 09:20 am (UTC)