Just got home from watching live community theatre tonight with best bud Rella. It’s late, and I’m tired, so I should be going to bed, but right now my brain is so wired I need to wind down before I’ll be able to sleep.
This happens to me *every* time I see live theatre.
Once upon a time I was a bit of a drama geek, and appeared in a few productions in high school. It was a lot of fun, and I kick myself now and then (especially after seeing a good show) that I haven’t done more of it since. It’s hokey and cliche, but there’s something truly magical about stage shows — especially when they’re done well. Community theatre is…well…community theatre, full of its awkward moments and imperfections, and slips and goofs. But there are also always moments of beauty and genius that transcend the “community” element. Like tonight, a couple of the performers were truly quite good and I found myself fully enthralled for a few moments. (It didn’t help that the seating was on old church pews and therefore horribly uncomfortable. Ugh.)
Anyway. Maybe in a couple of years I’ll give that a try. When Ms. Junior Peanut is a little older, at least. Take a couple of turns about the stage, just for the fun of it. That’d be pretty damned cool.