May 2, 2006
Rather than go on the already-written tirade in my head about theatre-about-town (GO SEE “THE HOLLOW” THIS WEEKEND!! IT’S WORTH YOUR MONEY!!), I’m going to go over my blessings. One of my FAVORITE and most commonly quoted Shakespeare passages is the Priest in Romeo & Juliet, when Romeo is being your typical whiny 16 year old. The Priest points out all of the blessing that have fallen on Romeo, ending each one with “THERE ART THOU HAPPY!”
- I was blessed enough to know ALL of my lines and songs last night. I never called for anything. And I smiled the entire time, and allowed myself to be tickled with how truly bad that show is.
- After the show, I was blessed enough to have old friends sit around and commiserate on some truly bad shows we’ve all particpated in, and we could muster some belly laughs about how truly bad they turned out.
- When I got home, I was blessed enough to read my fiance’s succinct diatribe about everything I’m currently going through and what he himself has witnessed around town here lately, so I knew I was being supported.
- Doing lackluster theatre hurts my bones, so I was blessed enough to have a man who loves me give me a deep-tissue massage and pop my back into its proper alignment.
- I was blessed enough to visit Decatur last night. Twice.Â
- This morning, I was blessed enough to have a conference call with my WildeChicks. It was JUST what I needed.
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Those are some pretty damn nice blessings. It’ll be fine.Â
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