Ugh. The post-show blues hit me before my head hit the pillow tonight. If you've never felt the post-show blues, let me just tell you, it feels like ..... the blues. Whatever. It will pass. It's a normal reaction to the high of performing and taking in all that nervous energy that builds up and then becomes action on the stage and the energy the audience is giving back, which was electric and passionate tonight and last night. There's nothing to do but come down from that. Buttered popcorn and two glasses of wine aren't enough to stave it off.
You know what is though? Post-show fucking. The hardest thing about being single is not having a release for that energy. If you've never experienced it, you'll just have to believe me when I tell you nothing is better than post-show fucking. And since I don't have even a fuck buddy in sight .... sigh. I'm making do with buttered popcorn, wine, and stolen Halloween candy.
That's enough feeling sorry for myself. The show was great. I feel good about my performances both nights, which I can't always say. Usually I can find something to feel shitty about. Nope. Not this time. The cast was amazing. I made new friends. I've got nothing to complain about, and much to feel blessed about. OK, I look really fat in the photos. I do have that to complain about. But otherwise .... I've got nothing!
So in that vein, I'll just share with you the message Coraline gave me tonight, to be read right before I went on stage. She handed it to me and I stuck it in my pocket. "Don't look at it until you're ready to go on stage," she made me promise several times. "OK. I won't. I promise."
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| Aren't these supposed to be my words? |
Translation: "Dear Mommers, Follow your heart, and you will do it. Love, Coraline (in cursive)."
Oh, my heart.
The plan is to do All the Sex Monologues every two years. That means I have two years to get out there and have some experiences to write about. But where to start? I haven't a clue. Help me out here, readers. Where do I start so I'll have a good story or two to tell at the next All the Sex Monologues? Seriously .... HELP!
