My friend called earlier in the week asking if I could help out with costumes and props this week. The show opens on Friday. I was more than happy to do it. We both auditioned for the same part and I'm thrilled she got it.
So.. I'm in the back dressing room, sewing, taking apart things, putting things together with people wandering to and fro. One man keeps asking me if I'd had any of the pasta. He'd made a huge pan for folks (the cast and crew) to eat. We bantered a little about it and I kept doing my stuff.
Before leaving yesterday, I made sure my hair and make up looked great, that I looked nice and arrived while everyone was coming in.
What I found rewarding was that I felt noticed, that I was noticed and that that was a very nice feeling in and of itself.
Somewhere I was reading that girls who grow up without their fathers or with issues with their fathers look to boyfriends/guys for love. That if they can't get it from the dad, they go elsewhere.
At first I thought that was hooey. After all, being in a relationship means you find love with another. Then the proverbial cherry pit hit... You find love, but not meaning (as in meaning in life) with another.
I know his name. Don't know if he's married or not. Just enjoyed the moment. And I figure, he knows where and who I am. Maybe I'll ask if he needs an adjustment with his costume!
Watusi..
No idea about how the pasta tasted. I'm sure it was incredible since there's a very strong Italian population around here. I was full from dinner. Maybe I'll bring some homemade treats tonight to send a subliminal message.
I like a dating coach who suggests brass knuckles!
Had a fun time last night helping out with the show. Final dress rehearsal.. costumes still being tweaked, changed. Sometimes tension or worry was high. I decided to just smile, a nice big, full of sunshine smile. Took the time to talk to various folks. After all, I've just been a face to most of the adults, but not the kids (really young adults) who are in the show.
So I relished the moment. Chatted when appropriate. And went to sleep with a smile on my face.
*hugs*
I love the Godfather picture. I remember thinking that almost all those guys had one foot in the grave when I first saw the movie.
Watch out, I married an Italian and look what happened to me. On the other hand, everyone enjoys a little lasagne from time to time. I know a place we can go when you visit. So...is he married, attached? Just curious... Hope you are feeling better. It's my last week off, before I go back to work. And I feel icky about that.
Me:44, WAW hx bi-polar H:48, hx of abuse S:22, S:19, D:16 Filed Oct 08, dismissed Filed again Jan 10, dismissed Now Piecing alter persona: SuperBoots
