A SHOW GOES DOWN
On Saturday night, in front of a full house of admiring G&S fans, the lights went down on H.M.S. Pinafore.
It's always a strange/uncomfortable thing when a show ends. As Steve said, it's kind of like after your final examinations are all over. You feel a bit disoriented:
On one hand, you have your life back and can resume relations with your spouse and friends whom you have ignored. You have more time to do laundry and clean up the sprawl. (Jason is hoping for this.)
Still… you wonder what people do with their time?
How do people use up all that free time that comes on weeknights?
It's odd to think that every night this week, I can do what I want. I could even theoretically watch TV (if it didn't bore me so much.)
… On the other hand, I'm missing the adrenaline rush. I miss being on stage. I miss performing and I miss the laughs, especially from this show. Am I shallow to say I like taking a bow?
I miss the cast a bit. I think I will take away 2-3 new friends from the show, which in itself is a cool thing; I get along well with theatre people. Theatre is addictive, a passion.