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.

Tech Llama

I’m in the middle of tech and things have just been CRAZY. The moving set piece I mentioned awhile ago? Yeah, it’s broken and in need of an emergency part that we may not be able to get in time for opening night. The theatre’s renovation is also behind and, again, we don’t know if it’ll be ready in time for opening night. You can imagine where my stress levels are right now, especially when you consider that I haven’t slept more than five hours a night since it started because of how many things there are for me to get done.

When everything had wrapped on Friday night at 11:00pm I was absolutely exhausted. Molly offered to drop me off at home before she went over to Calvin’s to celebrate Valentine’s Day.

“Thanks again.” I said tapping on the roof of her car as she waved goodbye.

I trudged into the lobby of our building and leaned against the elevator wall as I rode it up to my apartment. I saw something laying in front of our door as I walked down the hallway. 

Open Book

Adam tried to approach Valentine’s Day with me a few days ahead of time.

Tick Tock

I dropped Adam off at the hospital and got him all checked in and as they were going through all the surgery prep I had to go run some errands for work.

“Okay,” I said smiling at him even though I was dead tired, “I have to go pick up that thing for the shop, but I’ll come back and greet you when you come back from surgery.”

“Alright.” Adam said. He gave me a kiss.

“Good luck.” I squeezed his hand and waved as he walked back to the inpatient surgery ward with the nurse.

Pipes

So my strategy of dealing with Adam’s outburst has basically been to pretend it didn’t happen. I’m not proud of that (and I know he’s not all that thrilled about it either based on his strategy of dealing with me not dealing with it…which you’ll all see in a second) but that’s what’s going on.

I was over at his place helping him pack for his surgery.

Slow as a Cheetah

Work has been pretty crazy for me lately and I’ve been running all over town to go to meetings and rehearsals and walkthroughs of our theatre (the renovation is almost done!). I’ve basically been working, coming home to sleep, and then going back to work.

“Hey, stranger,” Adam said when I answered my phone, “Do you have time to come over?”

Talkin' 'Bout My Communication

I wasn’t sure how to handle the situation with Adam so I tried to give him space. After two days, I left him a message on his phone. After three days, I was done waiting.

Well Shit

I found myself sitting in Adam’s living room with a glass of wine. It was our first date and I was nervous. I had my legs crossed and kept twitching my foot. It had taken me two hours to figure out what I wanted to wear (a black V-neck shirt and dark jeans) and how I wanted my hair (a high, simple pony tail).

Adam wanted to cook me dinner so I brought two red velvet cupcakes from a bakery near my apartment for dessert. He made a lasagna for us and it was yummy.

“I can at least help clean up.” I called from his living room.

And Here We Are

“Do you want to get out of here?” Adam asked me after we walked back inside.

I nodded.

Timing

Since the Amber Incident, I haven’t really gone out to do anything fun. I haven’t wanted to. The Halloween party Zoey had invited Molly and me to before everything happened wasn’t something I felt like going to in the aftermath. So I surprised myself when I accepted an invitation for a New Year’s Eve party from Steve.

Looking Back

I had my last day at Bruno’s and I’m really going to miss that place. I know I complained about it a lot but the truth of the matter is that it was a place that provided stability while I was making a huge career transition and I had a lot of good experiences while working there.

I said good-bye to Cara and my regulars and walked out after closing for the last time. There was also a sense of closure when it came to Brad. He was connected to Bruno’s and always would be but leaving there cut the last string I had connected to him. He no longer knows where I live or work and I’d blocked his phone number and e-mails long ago. He has no way to contact me at all which fits in nicely with my plan for a clean slate in 2014 (especially considering how toxic 2013 was and how Brad was the person that kicked it off with me).

Quitter

I gave Bruno my two weeks’ notice today and I feel GREAT!

Clean Slates

It’s been awhile since I’ve written regularly. But a lot has happened and I finally have time to tell you guys. For one, Molly and I now live in a new apartment and we are completely moved in. For two, I have a new addition to my family!

Thankless

I know I haven’t written in a while and there’s a reason for that which I will talk about in my next post but right now I have to tell you guys about Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving was…interesting.

Another Unexpected Visitor

Molly and I have settled back into our apartment. It was cleaned and made as good as before but the memories of what happened will never be gone and we’ve actually talked about moving into a new apartment since our lease will be up in January. Molly wants to move out as soon as possible, though, and our landlord has been understanding enough to not charge us a ton to break the lease.

Molly and I were scheduled to go look at apartments later today. She was still at work and the company we were using to help us find apartments was going to send over an agent to escort us to all of the places we’d selected. When I heard a knock at our door, I’d assumed it was the apartment escort but they were at least an hour and a half early; Molly wasn’t due back from work for another hour.

When I opened the door it felt like someone had punched me in the stomach.

“Oh my God.”