You know when you are working towards a goal, a date, a time–graduation, marriage, holiday, and it takes forever to get there, and then it happens and suddenly passes? It all goes by so quickly, doesn’t it? This weekend has come and gone and it was wonderful. I was participating in two improv shows and a festival at the university. I was prepared, I was excited, I was…perfectly terrified.
What if…I choked?
In the end, ll was perfectly successful, which absolutely lifted my spirits. Home late last night, watching “Pretty in Pink” at midnight, I felt like Eliza Doolittle in “My Fair Lady”. Undressing after the ball, when all the hard work paid off, and no one recognized her as the cockney flower girl she really was and totally bought her as a fictional aristocrat. When she got home, she was singing “I Could Have Danced All Night”, and mooning dreamily all over the bedroom. Those poor maids were hard pressed to get her ready for bed with her dancing all around, and admonished her: “It’s after three now/Don’t you agree now/She ought to be in bed”.
If my maids clucked about me swooping around my four post bed about my fantastic weekend, they would hear about it. I can go from zero to sixty on the diva scale (which zero being Audrey Hepburn, sixty being Naomi Campbell) in ten seconds flat.
I’d shriek, “I don’t pay you to hold me back when I’m celebrating my fabulous good fortune through the majesty of song“. And then I’d throw whatever was within reach at the offending servants before commencing with my song about loving the shit out of my life.
Don’t worry, I pay them handsomely.
I’m sort of basking in the glow of knowing so many good people. I feel blessed. I feel reconnected to this feeling I’d thought I’d lost, a sort of existential emptiness with which you could not identity the source. Turns out…having a stone-cold pack of theatre weirdos back in my life is what was lacking. My heart is bursting with happiness.
Cheers for the love everyone. You know who you are.