the old ballgamePosted: December 11, 2008
Yes, kids, I’m back at the theater. Which will do little for my sleep account, but wonders for my emotional health.
Today was an extra long and rather horrific day at work and I had no time at my house, but I walked in to the theater and it was like home. A million different tiny groups of people singing and designers and technician running around, actors putting on make-up and musicians talking. It was the usual level of just controlled chaos of the night before preview.
Good lord, I am glad to be there. With all my favorites and some gruby and fancy clothes to take care of. With corsets and fake boobs and ratty overcoats. With ladders and parasols and with paper fans and chairs. From these things we make art.