I’m sitting here drinking another cold round of Airborne and trying not to barf. My body is trying very hard to reject the onslaught of more liquid Vitamin C. In fact, its telling me I HAVE to go to the bathroom right now but I’m staying firmly planted to my medicine ball. Last night, hopped up on Advil Cold and Sinus, I had a wonderful performance experience during the Soft Rock show. People showered me with love and gratitude afterward. Hugging, jumping up and down, “I laughed so hard my face hurt,” and huge smiles of adoration. It made my millenia to hear from people how much they enjoyed the show.
Just to document my adoration:
Kris said, “I haven’t seen you act since high school, actually, and you’ve really improved!” Hurray! I was glad he could recognize growth and the addition of ten years of practice. And I loved seeing Kris in the front row.
Dina asked to squeeze my middle and then told me “I had the moves” and her favorite part was watching my hips. (Ok, so she was drunk).
Ciera said the show was the best thing she’s seen in Seattle and that I was the first person she’s met since moving here that seems ‘real.’ (She was pretty sauced too).
Kevin brought several friends, was pleased I spelled his last name right on the guest list, and asked if I heard him yell “I love you, Mara” several times from the audience. (I hadn’t).
My sister loved the whole thing…and yes, she’s still living with me. (Moving into a sweet sub lease on Oct 21).
Tonight, heavily medicated, I will soft rock for one last time at eight and then find the strength to perform again at The Market Theater at 10:30. It’s going to be delirious.