one last performance.

it is my last day here in utah.

i am busy cleaning and packing and washing and post office-ing and the like.

i have had such a lovely time. have loved getting to meet so many of you. and have learned more than i ever imagined--in fact i imagine i'll be sifting through what i learned here for many, many months to come.

but words cannot express how grateful i am to return to texas tomorrow. to spend ten glorious days sleeping in my four-posted bed. to cook meals with my mother and sit with both my parents on the living room floor as we watch the u.s. open.

and then back to new york. to a life i have worked very hard to build. to a life i am breathlessly grateful for. to subways and roommates and early mornings and the hudson just out the window.

but before i go. there is one last performance tonight. one last chance for me to feel like i've sunk into this tremendous character of juliet (i don't feel like i've gotten it yet--close, but not quite). it's in memorial park (just off of center street in provo) at 7 and i'd so love for you to come. there is nothing like seeing your beautiful faces in the audience. nothing like meeting you after. so bring a blanket, bring some food, and know that we really do begin right at 7 (we're surprisingly prompt in this regard!).

and give me a chance to say thank you and good bye.

almost there.

this morning i awoke.

and i hurt.

everywhere.

as though i had managed to sleep funny. all-over.

as though i had just run a marathon. climbed a mountain. pushed my body to the limits of extremity.

my friend anne said it's probably stress resolving itself. surfacing before it exits the body.

perhaps it is knowing that this (this utah adventure of mine) ends tuesday morning. knowing that this adventure which was harder than i ever dared imagine--that this adventure which forced more questions than answers--this adventure which revealed thousands of new things--this forced-boil--is almost over.

it has been impossible. this adventure. i'm not going to lie and say it has been anything less than impossible. and for i who lean toward the histrionic, this statement does not even approach hyperbole.

but it has been an adventure. of that i am sure. and for that i give thanks as i slowly and quietly massage the pain up and out, up and out.

business

1. our performance schedule is changing!!!

we've decided to cut our run short a bit because (1) the school year is starting up (2) no one wants to burn out and (3 {which only applies to me, but i'm most excited for}) i get to spend more time in texas with my mom and dad before heading back to new york.

so here we go...the remaining shows:

August 27 Pioneer Park, 500 W Center Street, Provo, 7 pm

August 28 Memorial Park @ 800 E and Center Street, Provo 7 pm

August 30 Memorial Park @ 800 E and Center Street, Provo 7 pm

Sept 2 the Duck Pond @ 800 N, BYU 7 pm

Sept 3 the Duck Pond @ 800 N, BYU, 7 pm

Sept 4 Pioneer Park, 500 W Center Street, Provo 7 pm

Sept 6 Memorial Park @ 800 E and Center Street, Provo 7 pm

(also note that next saturday night {the 28} we were meant to perform in salt lake, but will do the show here in provo because of the expense and time involved in traveling. i do hope that if you were planning to attend you still might. we'll make it worth your while and i'd love to meet all you gorgeous people.)

i do hope if you're in the area (or nearby) you'll make a trip. last saturday night we had a great turnout and it was so much fun. and i loved getting to meet some of you! so please come and for the love of all that's good in this world say hello!! (i promise i don't bite and i won't think you're odd).

2. my contact info has changed. for questions and comments and such please email me at wilybrunette@yahoo.com. i have changed my email for several reasons. (1) i'm hoping it helps me organize my life a bit and aids in my ability to respond in a prompt and kind fashion. (2) it streamlines the blog--my twitter is under the same name. (3) because i'm realizing privacy might be something to hold fast to as much as possible in this internet era, and i'm not willing to give up the blog or my need for honesty

tid-bits and business.

it is just past 11:30 here (mountain standard time).

i woke up but five minutes ago.

making my cumulative sleeping hours twelve (or thereabout).

it was heavenly. and needed (for so many reasons).

the show has been going swimmingly (mostly).

and i'd love for you all to come (and to say hello afterwards).

tonight we have a performance in salt lake 645 e 400 s at 6 pm. so come and bring food and start your weekend off on a romantic (or comic/tragic/life note).

as for the rest of the weekend:

we have two performances this saturday...

August 21 Provo Farmers Market, 500 W Center Street, Provo 12 noon

August 21 Pioneer Park, 500 W Center Street, Provo 7 pm

and then begin again next saturday.

if you have questions please email/leave a comment. my deep apologies for not being so good with either of these things, but i promise to be better this next week and to blog on a more regular basis.

my love and deep gratitude to you all for sharing in this journey with me.

background image by the amazing chris craymer.

checking in.

my father last night told me my blogging of late has been sporadic at best.

tis true. i apologize. things have been busy on this end.

today we start performing this little show. (are you coming? please come.)

so i woke up actually speaking my lines. half-wake, half-sleep line throughs. it was some kind of actor nightmare.

so here i am. drinking my coffee (calms the nerves). and popping in to say HELLO. YES, I'M HERE! I'M ALIVE.

but before i really start to worry and get nervous about the play tonight (at 7, be there!) i'm moving this morning. to my second abode here in provo.

oh. sigh. long exhale. i cannot tell you how excited i am to be moving. living with girls (that you don't know) can be hard. my least favorite thing? picking something up of the floor and accidentally collecting a clump of hair (that is not your own). and the dirty kitchen.

new friends have taken pity on me and collected me for the stray that i am.

something about living with friends for my last month here in provo seems like perfections.

so i'm off to pack. how do i have so much more than when i first arrived. that's murphy's law, right? or some kinda law?

okay, more anon...