Another Chapter Closes

Sober (Hung-Over) Note: This particular entry was made last night sometmie between 10:20 and 11:30 pm without internet service. It was commissioned for This Improvised Life an improvised satire of This American Life. It will be performed live at the Historic Univeristy Theater, 5510 University Way, Seattle, WA on Friday, February 13th, 2009 at 8:00 pm (produced by Wing-It Porductions).

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Oh dear. I was pleasant a few moments ago, I thinik I have crossed the line into intoxicated. Pull you over intoxicated. This does not bode well for the morning.

I wonder, do chapeters ever really close? They do, I mean, but chapters slose but others start. Crystalis, the excellent video game for the Nintendo Entgertainment System beigns with “The end is really just a beginning in disguise.” I think this is true. Even if it’s 8 bit.

My ghead feels funny.

I feel a bit floaty.

A director dear to my heart said once on our closing night "The thing about theatre is, it is finite. We know the end date from the beginning. We open, we close. This is the worst and the best part." I'm paraphrasing of course. I'm also drinking scotch. Not especailyl great scotch but scotch.

I wonder what people do when they're closing night, when tey're chapter closes what do people do. People who do not have something finite. Nothing is forever but no one expects to be fired. First it was an economic slump, than recession, now they're throwing out the word depression. I was luckily, I knew it was a recession beofre anyone was willing to say the word. And I got out of my shitty, tanking job and got another before everything started to affect my commission. More so. But now I have debt. Which sucks. Boo to debt.

David Letterman is on and I dont' care for him.

I would very much like to be an actor wo gets paid to tour talk shows and talk abotu my most recent projects. Maybe that thought is a bit lofty.

Sorrry I digress.

Chapters closing. It's so hard to consider them. No one wants to meet the end. We only think of the transition into the new. So let us not think of this as an end. Let us tink of it as a beginning in disguise. These stories we tell, these stories we experience, live on. Live on in memory and in hearts and in heads. when our stories close this evning, the lights will dim and you will exit the theater but you will take them with you. Please take them with you. Love them.; Cherish them. Excuse the rambling, and please accept my warm embrace. My thank you . My apprecaition. For the times we had but more importantly fo rthe times still to come.

See you then.