U Gotta Walk The Talk

Last night I volunteered as an usher and unexpectedly…’wine bar attendant’ at the Studio Theatre’s performance of Grey Gardens . The latter is hilarious because I know nothing about wine or beer and do my best not to indulge or spend my money on either of the aforementioned social graces . It was great being in the environment and though the production was less than magical for me (each time a cast member mentioned food in their dialogue I went into my best  Homer Simpson impersonation of mmmmmm……Cake minus the saliva dripping down my face) I left feeling rejuvenated and good about the experience.

I missed the memo that announced that Grey Gardens was a musical…. although a fascinating story, based on the documentary with the same name, of Jacqueline B. Kennedy’s relatives it was difficult for me to stay on task and I found myself daydreaming about what it would be like to have a show at the Studio Theatre, the lights, the revolving floor, a coconut cream cake……

One of my fellow volunteers, I believe her name was Star, asked me if I was an actress. “You look like an actress…just the way the light is illuminating off your face.”  These type of comments happen to me a lot; definitely within the last year or two. The random guy at Krispy Kreme who told me I looked like a poet, my first day of acting class when one of my classmates commented that I looked artsy (yea, I know whatever that means). So much that it would seem ridiculous to the onlooker if I hesitated to find meaning in them. Truthfully, this messages always come at strategic times…particularly when I’m in a space of feeling not so confident about the road I’m on.  My heart takes a tremendous leap when I receive these comments and I’m on a high, so high that it seems impossible to turn back. That is, until I get that ever so gentle punch in the gut from life. Yet, I keep trucking on and inevitable I across a ‘Star‘ who shines some light and I become more active in the game again (the one I really never left). So, this one goes out to the ’stranger’ who holds the ever so powerful ‘compliment’. Thank You.

sigh….The Show Must Go On and now that we know I have the look ……. Next UP the Walk….I wish I could pick some up at Target.