Today is my 11th anniversary. Too bad my husband isn't here to share it with.
It was sort of a sad day. If we weren't so busy at the shop, I would have tried to get off...trade today for Monday, or something, but Ramona told me last week that we would not have any more Mondays off for a while, so there went that idea.
My first thought would have been to spend the day in San Antonio, for obvious reasons. However, the Slut Walk would have kept me in Austin. As it was, the Ascot scene from "My Fair Lady" and some Munchkins from "The Wizard of Oz" soaked up my day. That, and....has anyone noticed how many country songs are about death? I think I heard them all today.
As well, it was Strike for "The Tempest Project." That snuck up on me the same way the opening did, so San Antonio would have been out of the picture for a lot of reasons.
I have to say that "Tempest" is one of the prettiest shows I've ever done. Thanks, Frank, for introducing me to Steampunk, which is AWESOME!
But anyway, I spent my 11th anniversary sewing and crying, with a fan blowing into my right ear and sweat running down my left side. After that, I ate alone at McDonald's, and helped Chandra with the ropes for the final performance of "Tempest." I shut my left hand in the Green Room door, and it still hurts. My car is full of smelly costumes. I missed the Slut Walk, though I am very grateful to Ben, who went and called me at lunch with audio on his phone, so the day wasn't a total loss.
That, and I received a lovely and unexpected gift from the cast of the show...a rocking Steampunk locket in the form of a pocket watch, with one of our wedding pictures in sepia and little silver tokens of love in it. Thank you so much!
Maybe next year I'll have better luck at letting this day go by without tears.