“We love flattery, even though we are not deceived by it,
because it shows that we are of importance enough to be courted.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
This is going to come across as an incredibly vain post.Â I’m prepared for that.Â So if you’re easily disgusted by vanity (and I am one of the people who is), you may want to stop reading.Â This isn’t for you, the reader.Â This is for me, Sarah-who-recently-surrendered-bachelorette-hood (breathe) and-is-not-feeling-so-hot-about-herself.Â It was really difficult to type that, in case you were wondering.
We had our first read-thru of a show last night.Â It’s a quick and easy show, which means it will be fun.Â Nothing heavy, nothing deep, and lots of fun.Â Sounds like a bang-up show to jump back in the saddle on.Â The director of this show has known me since I was a mere child, because his daughter and I were in A Christmas Carol as Christmas Spirit Attendents together when I was 11.Â He’s watched me grow up, and has cast me in several of his shows.Â I like working for him because he’s difficult to work for.Â He always makes a good show because of it.
Anyway, I spent half of my day judging Trumbauer with him.Â We gossiped about theatre around town, talked about people, the usual catty things theatre people do together.Â I mentioned something, I thought, about my husband.Â We walked back to the judges’ room after we finished, where Bryan greeted me with, “Hello, wife.”
I’m telling you that to tell you this.
As I was helping measure our cast last night for costumes, this director called me over to him.Â “I heard you just got married..?” he asked.
I giggled.Â “Yeah!Â Surely you knew that!Â About a month or two ago,” I said, still fiddling with measurements.
He shook his head.Â “I never thought anyone would snag you.”
I stopped and looked at him.Â “What?”
“I’ve known you for many years, and I never thought anyone would grab you.Â You are THE hot commodity in Huntsville.Â Men have been vying for you for a long time.”
I know I was blushing.Â “Oh, you’re just being kind.Â That isn’t true.”
He shrugged.Â “It’s absolutely true.Â Every man in Huntsville theatre has always wanted a piece of Sarah Brown.Â You were THE catch to get.Â So who’s the lucky guy?”
I figured he really didn’t know.Â “His name is Bryan Comer, and he..”
“Oh, hell, I’ve known Bryan for a long time,” he said.Â “Lucky guy.”
It was the nicest I’ve felt about myself in a long time.Â I just needed to document it for me.Â
Vain post over.