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changeyourstars8Last night, after Chris got off work, he and I headed out for a quick drink.
The bar we went to was the one I'm most familiar with . . . I first went in at about fifteen, for a cast party. Didn't have a drink there until another cast party a couple of years later, and that was accidentally (someone ordered an iced tea but then got a call and had to leave before they had any of it, so one of my friends suggested I take it. What my friend did not mention was the 'Long Island' in front of the 'iced tea'. Wow, was that stuff nasty).
So Chris and I are sitting in one of the little booths, him with a rum and coke and me with an amaretto and coke (on the rare times we go up there, we generally each have one drink and then head home). And I look around and I see a group of people sitting at a table in the middle of the room, talking and laughing loudly.
And I realize, I used to be one of those people. For about six or seven years, the college theatre was my social life. After each performance, we'd go out to a bar and stay out late telling stories. I haven't been in the last two-- three?-- shows. First because I was so busy planning for the wedding, and now because . . . honestly, I don't miss it as much as I was sure I would when I was sixteen and checking the newspaper constantly for info on the next audition.
Memorizing lines, the in-jokes, the butterflies while you're waiting for your cue, heading out after rehearsal with your friends and chatting for a while. It's a lot different from now, when I go to work and then spend most of the rest of my day in one room, giving adventures to characters.
I sat there watching that laughing group, and thinking about all this, and then I realized it wasn't a cause for melancholy after all. I still love to act; that'll never change, but now I'm writing my own scripts. The people I worked with, the ones I was so sure were a huge part of my life . . . I haven't spoken to most of them in months. There are actual friendships and situational ones, and once I took myself out of the theatre 'situation', I finally started to understand that.
The bar we went to was the one I'm most familiar with . . . I first went in at about fifteen, for a cast party. Didn't have a drink there until another cast party a couple of years later, and that was accidentally (someone ordered an iced tea but then got a call and had to leave before they had any of it, so one of my friends suggested I take it. What my friend did not mention was the 'Long Island' in front of the 'iced tea'. Wow, was that stuff nasty).
So Chris and I are sitting in one of the little booths, him with a rum and coke and me with an amaretto and coke (on the rare times we go up there, we generally each have one drink and then head home). And I look around and I see a group of people sitting at a table in the middle of the room, talking and laughing loudly.
And I realize, I used to be one of those people. For about six or seven years, the college theatre was my social life. After each performance, we'd go out to a bar and stay out late telling stories. I haven't been in the last two-- three?-- shows. First because I was so busy planning for the wedding, and now because . . . honestly, I don't miss it as much as I was sure I would when I was sixteen and checking the newspaper constantly for info on the next audition.
Memorizing lines, the in-jokes, the butterflies while you're waiting for your cue, heading out after rehearsal with your friends and chatting for a while. It's a lot different from now, when I go to work and then spend most of the rest of my day in one room, giving adventures to characters.
I sat there watching that laughing group, and thinking about all this, and then I realized it wasn't a cause for melancholy after all. I still love to act; that'll never change, but now I'm writing my own scripts. The people I worked with, the ones I was so sure were a huge part of my life . . . I haven't spoken to most of them in months. There are actual friendships and situational ones, and once I took myself out of the theatre 'situation', I finally started to understand that.
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Date: 2006-03-23 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-23 09:17 pm (UTC)Me-- "So in the next scene, we cut to the interior of the spaceship, and. . ."
Them-- "Try again."
Me-- "Well, I do have a partial script about a girl who has daily chats with the Devil." *is tossed out the door* "What'd I say??"
;-)