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Apr. 26th, 2005 12:56 pmAs other Pastimers have mentioned, yesterday involved the post-performance oddness--that feeling of loss when something that's been occupying a large portion of your time and brainpower isn't there anymore. Even during the walk home from work, I kept getting the urge to go over my lines (and each time I did, the little ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ronsonbeck on my shoulder yelled "Oh, why start NOW?"), or check the weather forecast again, or buy some gum so patrons wouldn't get smelly-breathed, or...or...or.
I also get these little flashes of fantastic memories, things I hope I'll never lose.
The way the crowd went nuts on Saturday during the final fight when Arthur caught Excalibur out of midair, the two little girls to my left jumping up and hugging each other like drunken Red Sox fans;
the elderly women with Downs Syndrome on Sunday in the Bell Tower, coming out of their shells and interacting with Frank and Rachel's puppets;
the waymaveenroute totally derailed that school field trip on Friday, architecture to cake-designing-by-committee in ten seconds.
And about 95 others. Magic. Distracting while I'm trying to drive, but magic.
I had three families meeting each other for the first time on Saturday, Pastimes and Phoenix Swords and my "real" one, my sister & her kids--all on a day with pouring rain and thunderstorms in the official forecast. Stress? Ho ho, it is to laugh. I've been trying to think of a wedding metaphor, but I can't figure out whether I was the bride or groom, who my partner would've been...and at any rate, the thought that THIS is my honeymoon is a grim one. Nah, better skip it. Maybe I was the Beast during an Avengers/X-Men crossover? Hmm.....that works a lot better. And the fact that they all got along and united to defeat Weathro, Master of Slippery Unsafe Footing felt good. DAMN good.
Anyhow. Back to work and figuring out how to fill my time.
ronsonbeck on my shoulder yelled "Oh, why start NOW?"), or check the weather forecast again, or buy some gum so patrons wouldn't get smelly-breathed, or...or...or.I also get these little flashes of fantastic memories, things I hope I'll never lose.
The way the crowd went nuts on Saturday during the final fight when Arthur caught Excalibur out of midair, the two little girls to my left jumping up and hugging each other like drunken Red Sox fans;
the elderly women with Downs Syndrome on Sunday in the Bell Tower, coming out of their shells and interacting with Frank and Rachel's puppets;
the way
maveenroute totally derailed that school field trip on Friday, architecture to cake-designing-by-committee in ten seconds. And about 95 others. Magic. Distracting while I'm trying to drive, but magic.
I had three families meeting each other for the first time on Saturday, Pastimes and Phoenix Swords and my "real" one, my sister & her kids--all on a day with pouring rain and thunderstorms in the official forecast. Stress? Ho ho, it is to laugh. I've been trying to think of a wedding metaphor, but I can't figure out whether I was the bride or groom, who my partner would've been...and at any rate, the thought that THIS is my honeymoon is a grim one. Nah, better skip it. Maybe I was the Beast during an Avengers/X-Men crossover? Hmm.....that works a lot better. And the fact that they all got along and united to defeat Weathro, Master of Slippery Unsafe Footing felt good. DAMN good.
Anyhow. Back to work and figuring out how to fill my time.
