Brigadoon: Opened. Glorious. Wonderful. A total blast. I teared up backstage during the overture because of the shocking reality that this is my job. I've actually turned my childhood dress-up, sing-a-longs into a career that pays. It's weird. And thrilling. I feel blessed and so, so lucky. Of course, I cried numerous times throughout the evening: the champagne toast in the dressing rooms, the after-party while thanking my directors, the after-after-party by the campfire completely toasted with the cast, crew, and new found worldly friends from the local hostel. It was beyond fabulous. The next morning's splitting headache was cured by a greasy breakfast from the Fat Cat cafe, which is owned by a feisty British woman who gives herself electro-shock therapy and bakes the most mouthwatering English scones I've ever tasted. All-in-all, a wonderful weekend.
Pirates: Opened. Hilarity abounding. It was insanely fun. It's just one of the funniest shows ever written anyway. Another rollicking night of toasts, drinking, and campfire fun ensued. However, instead of following with a headache-ridden brunch the next morning, I got up with some friends, threw the top down on the ol' convertible and headed through Rocky Mountain National Park to Estes Park.
God's Country? I live in it. I saw so much...EVERYTHING. I can't even describe how moving it was, because no pictures, words, songs, no nothing could even do justice to the places I experienced. And the beauty is, I have 9 weeks to experience it again. Well, 7 weeks considering I'll have no time from now till when All Shook Up opens on the 3rd, but still. It was breathtaking. That's all I can say. Being amid nature at its most glorious revitalized my spirit and renewed my positivity and gave me the energy and hope to keep moving forward.
Estes Park? Lovely. Bigger than Grand Lake and complete with a fantastic sushi place. It was the best day to date.
Now, we're working on All Shook Up, which will no doubt be oodles of fun. I realize I talk about how "fun" everything is, but shouldn't it always be just that? Fun? If I'm not genuinely enjoying myself, why on earth am I doing it? It is fun. Even the shitty parts. Even the exhausting parts. I come home fatigued and famished at the end of a day that started with a music rehearsal, continued with a dance rehearsal, revved up for a show, cooled down with a complete set-changeover, and would I change a thing? Nope. Well, I'd take away the tireds, but then it would be real. If it weren't hard, it would be a fairytale, and that would just be creepy.
Still, it's magical, and I love it.
Thanks, Colorado.
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