Wow! What a night… or should I say morning! The strike lasted till 1:30 AM. But as yucky as that seems I really enjoyed the strike. Working so hard like that bonds people in a way that is seldom matched. As we worked we shared stories about the production and ourselves, joked, raced carts, ate really good cookies (thanks, Jen!), and had a marvelous time doing something no one wanted to do.
At 1:30 AM we finally finished but we all lingered in a circle and laughed at Seth and Geoff’s version of West Side Story, DeeDee’s impression of Arianne forgetting her choreography, Kevin’s impersonation of Rachel and me, and so much more. Finally, we managed to tear ourselves away and head home. I came home grateful to be a part of something that can take a tedious strike and turn it into a delightful memory. That’s our theatre!