when it's over, that's the time I fall in love again

as you might have noticed lately I've been hella busy lately with moving coordination, everyday business and rehearsing for the play's opening premiere.

I might not be as active in blogging as before but I enjoy not feeling any pressure of doing halfhearted posts in between appointments but simply sharing with you whenever I have the time.
so.. the premiere was supposed to be open air which always bears a risk and yesterday was in a word WET.
we weren't even able to finish and had to quit playing after the break getting the warmest applause from a ravishing soaking wet audience.
after all this fortunately was not the derniere but the first of five performances and we'll be back in october.

I couldn't be happier about this because as always, as soon as it's over I feel as if a major part of me is missing.

when dragging myself to rehearsals beforehand now I can't imagine not having to go and share cigarettes with people while waiting for our scenes.

when spending hungover sundays in costumes seemed like living hell some days, I feel kind of useless today, because it's free.

it is the same everytime still I never seem to be prepared for the numb feeling I'm left with after the last curtain has fallen.

looking at the fact we are playing 'the three musketeers' I have to say I wouldn't normally choose a classic play like this , especially on an amatur level.
there is just something about the combination of costumes, language and rather stiff humour that I'm not crazy about, makes me feel like making up for a lower level of artistic standards mostly.

writing that I feel so arrogant now because even though I might enjoy doing something more modern or less comedy the backstage excitement and the amazing people couldn't have touched me deeper once again.

there is something so intense about sharing excitement and agitation like this that touches you deeply and makes you feel so much more close than only knowing each other for two months.

now the fake lashes are removed and my hair has gone from voluptuous to greasy again (the stylist did an amazing job on my hair but the backcombing causes massive damage so I'm using olive oil to get rid of that)

I don't have much time to dwell in melancholy with tomorrow being moving day.

I spent the day between packing cases and will now rush outside the door to have dinner and flee the chaos for a minute.