Breaking Legs

We opened the show. Opening night went okay but now that we are actually running it nightly, it’s a lot smoother. All the tech issues had been sorted out on our preview nights and the renovation was completed the night before our official grand opening. We received a lot of support from the community and it was nice to see. Mostly, though, I was relieved that we had finally opened and tech was over. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such a difficult tech before. I was SO not expecting opening to go well that I asked the girls and Adam not to come.

So last night I was not expecting to get done locking everything up and walking out to the lobby to leave only to find my boyfriend sitting on a bench with a bouquet of flowers waiting for me.

                                                                

“I know you said not to come to opening night, but I figured coming to the third performance day would be okay.” He stood up.

I walked over to him, took the flowers, and kissed him.

“Thank you,” I said, “you have no idea how nice it is to see a friendly face after the past few days I’ve had.”

“Let’s go get some pizza into you.” He smiled and we walked out together.

We walked down the street to this pizza place that was open late and sat down.

“How was your day?” He asked.

“Long. But I don’t want to rehash, tell me about your day, instead.” I leaned forward and rested my chin in my hand.

“Eh, it wasn’t that bad. I did some research for a few articles, applied for a few more jobs.”

“Still haven’t heard back from the others?” I asked.

Adam had started looking for more steady work and had applied to several journalist positions in the area but he wasn’t having very good luck.

He shook his head.

“Well, something’s going to pan out eventually. You have so much experience.”

“That’s the problem, though, I have experience but so does everyone else. Print is dying so now I’m not just competing with people who just graduated from college, I’m competing with the hundreds of people who just graduated from college with journalism degrees AND the people who were just laid off after working in the field for 10 or 20 years.”

I reached for his hand across the table and held it.

“It’ll work out.” I smiled at him, “The theatre is dark tomorrow; I could help you look around for some more jobs. Maybe I can use some of my old HR connections to get you an interview somewhere.”

“Yeah, okay.” He nodded.

We ate our pizza (which tasted so amazing considering I hadn’t eaten anything since the apple I had for breakfast that morning) and then went back to his place for the night. Adam settled on an old movie playing on television (The Guardian) and we snuggled on the couch but I kept falling asleep. We were both laying on the couch together.

“We should get you to bed.” Adam said turning the television off and sitting up.

“No, I’m okay. I want to watch Ashton Kutcher. He’s surprisingly hot in this movie.” I yawned and snuggled into him even more.

“That movie has been over for half an hour. I was just watching the Food Network.” He laughed, “And unless you are secretly pining for Guy Fiyeri…”

“Ew, gross, No!” I sat up and bumped a pillow into him.

Adam started tickling me and hitting me with a pillow. Things sort of escalated and I ended up bonking him in the head pretty hard with my weaponized pillow.

“Ow!”

I snapped up and my hands covered my mouth.

“I am SO sorry!” I felt terrible.

“I’m okay, but, geez! Nice right hook.” He held his hand to his jaw.

“Aw, let’s see if I can fix it…” I said leaning against him and kissing him lightly along his jaw line, “Is it getting better?”

Adam swallowed.

“A little bit.”

I kept going and then made my way up to his mouth which led to a hot and heavy make out session. To be honest, things probably would have gone a lot farther than that if I hadn’t been so tired but I was so they didn’t. Eventually we just went to bed. I like having Adam next to me while I sleep. I feel safe and we fit well together. The next morning we woke up and started looking for jobs.

At noon, I thought we needed a break. Adam looked miserable. I definitely remembered how it felt to be unemployed and apply to job after job with no luck. I stood up and hugged him from behind as he stared at his computer.

“Alright, let’s go get lunch.” I said resting my chin on his head, “We’ve been doing this all morning.”

Adam sighed and stood up and I held out my hand and he reached for it. We grabbed our coats and walked to a café a few blocks away. Getting outside and feeling the sunshine was definitely something we both needed and by the time we were sat and had ordered, Adam was in a much better mood.

“We’ve been really productive today.” I said, “I sent out a bunch of emails to my old HR contacts and you applied to a ton of jobs. I think we can call it a day and relax.”

“Yeah. I hope I hear something soon. I’m sick of freelancing. I thought it was great at first because I can schedule myself and pick and choose what I want to do but lately I’ve had to take projects that have no interest for me and don’t even relate to what I want to do. I’m sick of it.”

“I know.” I rubbed his leg.

All in all it was a good day today. I like hanging out with Adam and everything but I think I’ve been neglecting my friends a bit so I called Zoey and Anna and arranged for a brunch date later this week with Molly and I. I can’t wait to catch up with them!

(In case you haven't seen it, there's a poll on the upper right-hand side of the blog. It's just a fun thing for you guys to do if you want. The results have been pretty interesting so far. -del)