twelve minutes before the final performance of the 24 hour theater project and my throat is so swollen I can hardly speak. It seems that too many theatrical orgasms and birthing blocks has taken it's toll on me. Overall it has been quite the experience. There is something totally visceral about going up on the tight wire with little to no net below you. All you can do is trust. Trust that you know the way through the hastily written text that has recently lodged its way into your brain. Trust that if you begin to fall one of your fellow tight roper walkers will keep you from falling. Trust that the audience will gasp in excitement every time you wave your hands looking for balance... We are really all here just for the gasps.
Thus far we have been blessed. No one has bounced off the proverbial pavement placed so far below our feet. Tee minus five minutes and counting... may we be graced once more.
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great work, you guys. you cracked me up! wish i could have been there. love ya!
Aw Joshie... you know I felt super-safe with you as a fellow rope walker! And we both used the word "visceral." Deep.
Hey all- what a great time... thanks for all the dirty jokes (Allen), Joey impressions (James and Jenn), rice krispie treats and brownies (Rachel), unending support (Majel and Joey), tech brilliance (Diane), and patience (umm... everyone!). Hope you all rested well today. Smooches.
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