So, I have closed yet another show, Thoroughly Modern Millie. What a fun time I had working on this one. So many good friends, both old and new! Don't know how I am going to fill my time now. There is always that post show period of separation anxiety I get after spending 8 solid weeks with the same people. Its a blessing and a curse. On the flip side, I am happy to have an opportunity to reconnect with my "non theater" friends who have given up on trying to hang out because I was always in rehearsal or a show. I am looking forward to a busy and fun summer. Lots of stuff to do, and hopefully some refreshing beach weekends lie ahead!
Had a great visit with an old college friend over the weekend. Its amazing to reconnect, and fall into the old habits we had during college. . lol! She really opened my eyes to some things that never really made sense to me before. As an example, I was telling her about the time I brought my parents to Brickskeller, a wonderful hole-in-the-wall bar/restaurant in northern Dupont that boasts the largest selection of beer in the world. Beer you say? I figured my dad would LOVE that! So, we go there and he orders a bud. . . a BUD, I was so mortified!? But, Amy reminded me that sometimes my parents generation don't like to make decisions like that. They like the familiar, and when they go to the store, pretty much all they have to choose from is bud, miller or coors. And seeing 1000's of beers was just too much. I give her credit, she really has a knack for smacking me back into reality.
Had a great visit with an old college friend over the weekend. Its amazing to reconnect, and fall into the old habits we had during college. . lol! She really opened my eyes to some things that never really made sense to me before. As an example, I was telling her about the time I brought my parents to Brickskeller, a wonderful hole-in-the-wall bar/restaurant in northern Dupont that boasts the largest selection of beer in the world. Beer you say? I figured my dad would LOVE that! So, we go there and he orders a bud. . . a BUD, I was so mortified!? But, Amy reminded me that sometimes my parents generation don't like to make decisions like that. They like the familiar, and when they go to the store, pretty much all they have to choose from is bud, miller or coors. And seeing 1000's of beers was just too much. I give her credit, she really has a knack for smacking me back into reality.
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