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Right after watching the show Brad got a text from Chris with his review. “Nailed it.” Minutes later they nailed eachother in the dressing room. Both were thankful it was opening night. Brad said it would be from here on as well. Chris was bummed. He thought it would be hammer time. That’s when Brad and Chris’ neighbor Luke piped in and said according to the footage on his phone, they each screwed over the other twice already. It shouldn’t be a big deal what they call it. That’s when Brad asked Luke how he got in the dressing room. Chris asked how harsh the shadows looked on film. The make up mirrors weren’t the best. Luke said the door was open, not bad and that he needed a ride home. Luke ended his date immediately after this wretched gay Flashdance show he was taken to. Unforgivable. This little sex show on the other hand, Luke could get used to. What were Brad and Chris doing backstage anyway? Chris was floored. “HELLLOOO!!! Luke. U just filmed it.”

Addams Family opening night highlights

~during intermission one of the ancestors came to the drink stand and kept asking me to explain canned soda

~another ancestor was running along chairs cackling "you can't do this in a skirt!" Our house manager just stared at them before sighing and walking away

~the same ancestor later runs past with a fist full of money, they are being chased by a crew member

~I had to explain to another ancestor what coffee creamer was

~They made an oceangate joke during But Love

~One of the Addams ancestors (played by a preteen) would go up to older guests and ask when they died (most guests would play along)

The show I’m currently in with my theatre company opens tonight (I almost missed making my customary opening night eve post, but I think it still counts as long as I do it day of!), but since it’s an original work written by our director, I couldn’t just search up the show on here like I usually do. So, since the show explores themes of home and what it means to be home, to go home, to have a home, and what makes a home, I decided to search up pictures that remind me of the place I still think of as home--the Blue Ridge Mountains. 

I haven’t lived amidst them for nearly a decade now, but there’s still something in me that only settles when I feel the arms of the mountains wrapped around me. I still felt it immediately last summer when we were driving out through Ohio--there’s a point in the state when it passes from flat lands to hills to the edge of the mountains proper, and the embrace of the mountains always feels like a homecoming to me. When we moved while I was in high school, I was sure I’d move back to Virginia as soon as I became an adult, but now I’m 26 and I still live in the Midwest. Most of the people I know back home have moved away; all my closest friends from the street I used to live on are now off in New York or California or Oklahoma seeking their own life dreams, and though I still love the place, it’s harder to return when I no longer know the people. The things that made up my home have been scattered, divided and strewn across the country, leaving me to choose between the places and the people I’ve thought of as home--and often, I choose the easiest thing, staying where I was planted. Home is a difficult thing to find. I don’t mean to get too philosophical and sad; where I am has its own charms, among them the theatre family that sparked this whole post, and there are things I’d miss about here too. 

But when I think of home and what it means to me, I can’t help seeing images like this in my mind’s eye--softly rolling mountains bathed radiant violet in the setting sun’s light, fading to misty periwinkle in the distance beneath pink clouds. If I could stick my face through the screen and breathe that crisp mountain air, take a sniff of those pretty flowers (phlox I think?)--well, my nose would already be deep in the screen, haha. When I mutter wistfully to myself “I miss home”, this is what I’m picturing. I love this gorgeous photo :)

Anyways, we open tonight, and two people dropped out of the show last minute so I’m going to be doing a quick change to a scene that I have only rehearsed with the other actress twice now, so... wish me luck and broken limbs! 

Working on a show and been dying, but not without serving, found this top brand new at good will, so cute and soft