We had our final performance last night. OUr sleazy nylon nun’s habits were pretty rank by then — even in 65 degrees you sweat on stage. We had a great wrap party, and then I drove home, cried a little bit, went skinny-dipping and went to bed.
Now we’ve got real life again. I’ll talk with my cousin Ian (the reverend) and plan the service this afternoon, I’ll pack up some of the remaining books, start catching up on laundry. Drop off some books for the people I worked with.
Richie had a huge vase of flowers for me when I got home, bless him. I feel … not sure. Life begins again, I guess.
I’ll weigh myself tomorrow morning. Today I’ll just do what I have to do, not push too hard. Maybe on the seventh day I’ll rest just a wee bit.
I haven’t seen the videos yet, but I’ll put one up a day because god knows we can’t have all that fabulousness in one swell foop.
You know, doing this play has been a key part of reinventing my fabulousness. I hadn’t acted since I was sixteen. Hadn’t sung in public in maybe 20. (Not counting the skit Crusie, Dreyer and I did at RWA). This was me, changing and embracing new things.
This was good.