"arcadia" was over as of saturday night. it was a wonderful way to end the production process--a fantastic performance by everyone, an abundance of bittersweet sensations, and my family watching the show (including my wonderful brother--who i was thrilled to see!).

i spent a lot of time during the production process thinking about what else i had to do--keeping a countdown of when i'd be finished and what i'd be able to do when i had spare time again.

but i miss it. i'm listening to the soundtrack kirk made all of us--currently listening to Keith Jarrett's "Shanendoah", which is making me all sentimental--and it's strange to think that i won't work with everyone again. i won't get to look through chloe coverly's eyes anymore. no more being exasperated by kirk, no more breakthroughs.

but it was great fun--the show. the last night in particular, i was determined to just have fun with it. and i did. it felt great. at the end of the show, during curtain call, half the cast walked offstage after our first bow--but the audience was still applauding, so the rest of us just burst into laughter and took another bow. we ran out to the lobby and hugged friends and family--my family gave me flowers--including a dozen petite pink roses--i've been given roses before, smelled them many times, but roses have never smelt so beautiful as the pink roses did as i stood there in my "jane austen" dress for the last time.

damn, i'm a sentimental sap today. i'm going to skip the cd to track 3--"shameless", rock out, finish my editorial page, and go home before shandendoah shakespeare. oooh--and find out who i get to congratulate about irene ryan!!!!