Woeful Is Me

Well, I'm at the Pittsburgh airport, and my flight is going to board in about twenty minutes.  The woeful feeling has finally hit me, and I've come to the realization that this experience is over.  I'm a little heartbroken.

I'm really looking forward to getting back to New York City, but the fact of the matter is that I was having a blast in Pittsburgh -- aside from my seeming complete inability to get laid, and there were so many people that I didn't get the chance to see 'cuz of my schedule or theirs.

The crazy thing is that I'm really looking forward to going home, and to getting on to Philly for the Arden gig.  But I enjoyed this one so much I just hate to see it end.  There was, of course, next to no chance that we could extend.  Jay is in PICT's next production, Uncle Vanya, and it would have killed him to be doing our show while doing tech rehearsals for that one.  It's hard enough that he had a week of rehearsal/show overlap already.

Truth be told, I think he was getting a little sick of doing the show, anyway.  He's not the biggest fan of long runs to begin with, and with the juicy part in Vanya to go on to, I can hardly blame him.  I hope I'll be able to figure out a way to get back and see him in it.  It'll depend on how often I'm called for Underpants rehearsals.  Maybe I'll get lucky and there'll be a day I can, say, leave early on a Saturday and see the show on a Sunday matinee, then get back to Philly quickly.  There's not much hope of it, but I'd like to try.

So we had our final matinee today, and I have to confess, I never like closing a show on a matinee.  I prefer to go out on a Saturday night audience, which are usually the best.  Today's audience was pretty good as far as matinees go, but still.

Of course, had I had my way, we wouldn't have closed at all!  But let's not go there.