all done

well…..it’s over. Yesterday was exhausting, fun, sad…lots of things. The last show ends, and we had to strike the set that night. I was at Centrepointe loading the truck until about 2 am, then part at Orpheus until about 4am, then to a cast member’s house for hanging out, then to the Elgin street diner for breakfast and greeting the sun. I was so wiped when I got home, I can’t describe.

I have the usual wistful regrets for a show breaking up. 3 months of intense time spent with the cast create a sense of closeness that is none the less….not very real. I hope to see some of these people socially from time to time (aside from the banquet in 2 weeks), and it may happen here and there, but as usual, it’s a social circle I meet only occasionally. It’s a set of people, with whom I share a great interest in the thing in life I enjoy the most, but usually sharing very little else. I find it a difficult situation to cultivate deeper friendships.

Some of the cast is going on to do Sound of Music, and it was hard hearing them gush and talk about the new rehearsal season, to look forward to 3 new fresh months of working on theatre….I want that feeling again. I don’t have time for it (and I don’t actually like sound of music all that much), but I do want to be doing more theatre stuff. I will have to look for what other audition opportunities there are outside Orpheus.

Now…there are some very real life things to take care of, and a lot of them. Helen and I want to have a house on the market in just over 2 weeks, and there will be many things to do following that deadline as well. I need to get back into a gym routine as well. I haven’t been in about 2 weeks (a little more actually). I have given myself a goal of getting more fit and trim up a bit by the time The Full Monty is auditioning. That gives me a season of biking to work if I can find a place to live that would make that a good length trip, some renewed attention to the food I eat, and activity…it’s a goal. I am not putting any numbers on it, I just want to be a little more trimmed up, a bit more fit, improve my energy levels…I am even pondering a dance class of some form, jazz, or tap…or something.

Yeah….a bit sad. I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want real life to have to start up again. Such is the way of it.

Originally published at Mike Pictor.