Yesterday was one of those days that is incredibly hectic and fulfilling that when your head hits the pillow, you feel completely exhausted and proud that you made it.

Yesterday afternoon, I did something I’ve never done before.  I felt kinda weird doing it, almost guilty, but it was so absolutely worth it.. I ATE in a theatre.  During a show.  Keboobalah brought in some cotton candy after intermission, and we both decided it was a necessary indulgence.  So even though my conscience was saying, “Sarah, you horrible person.. you KNOW there is no food or drink the theatre,” Keboobalah was saying, “Eat the damn cotton candy.”

I did.  And it was good.  Very sweet.

Dani and PJ were worth the price of the ticket.  They were both OUTSTANDING.  Dani’s understated beauty and elegance and accent-work were amazing.  She truly stood out, a diamond in the very rough.  And PJ?  The best Scrooge I’ve seen since Fred, hands down.  Very impressive.  He did the piece justice.

After that, I ran by and had some time with my family.  I love saying that.  The Boy was hellbent on seeing my show (again!), so they were getting ready to go and I ran to Steph’s for some homemade eggnog. (It was well worth the trip.)

Got to the stage and realized what Santa had told me at CC was indeed true: our cursed show had A NEW CAST MEMBER AGAIN.  So the evening became consumed with helping her run lines, explaining blocking, etc.. and the show finally began.  It truly is the show from hell.

Santa kept me calm all night, though.  And Lezlie’s wine helped a great deal.

The show closed without incident.  Then all of the children drove me batty while we waited for the cast-party.  But The Boy had a good time having snow fights with the other kids, so that was nice.

The party was okay and then most everyone left.  Bob, Santa, Steph, Lezlie, and I stayed behind and gossiped and laughed and laughed and gossiped until the wee hours of the morning.  Would I go back and play with them again?  Yeah, I think I would.  Because, all in all, despite the show being cursed.. it was far less stress than the other show across town, and I really felt appreciated in that house.  And that’s what Christmas is all about.

Today is normally the post-show blues, but in all honesty.. I’m psyched.  Wednesday night, we’re putting up Christmas decorations.. as a family.. most likely, with Aunt Jenni.  Things have been REALLY rough.  But the spirit of the season is still very strong.  And I’m ready to enjoy the season again.