The curtain falls

The closing performance of "Vincent in Brixton" was this afternoon. First of all, it was tough to get up because I went to bed at 4 in the morning, but after a bowl of Berry Burst Cheerios, I was charged up, as best as I could be at the time anyways. The actors gave out little tokens of appreciation, so that was sweet of them...

The show was supposed to start at 2pm; actors were due at 1:30pm so they can dress up and all. At 1:35pm, the actor playing Vincent still wasn't in the dressing room. The stage manager was worried, especially since we all knew that he had a cast party the night before (one of the reasons that I stayed up so late last night). (Those theater-types, wow, such unique people---I saw a girl dressed up like Catwoman at two places. I'm glad that I branched out from the brown crowd for a bit...). Anyway, we didn't worry about having a played called "In Brixton" because Vincent showed up. The show went well.

It's funny how each and every audience had its own personality; we had some dirty-minded ones ("Well you've got to eat something!"), ones that thought that the play was a comedy instead of a drama, ones that took a wrong turn on the way to Olin Library, and the "oohing and aahhing" ones. Yup, that was a sweet run.