Last spring I wrote a post on what it was like to stay up for over twenty-four hours (for me, it worked out to forty-two hours, but, hey...) writing and creating a short play production. I wrote about my deep appreciation for the actors, directors, and volunteers, and my continued awe of the talent in and committment to fest.
I won't do that again. I've done it. Although, I said I wouldn't cry this year and, well, a few people can tell you that I broke that promise. Twice. BUT, I kept it together to give my thank-you speech to the everyone before we opened the house. That's an improvement. The first fest I was crying so hard, snot was dripping from my nose and I'm sure the applause from the actors and directors were giving me was accompanied by quiet whispers to one another, "Oh, that poor, pitiful girl," and, "Someone should get her off the stage."
But I digress. This post is different. No rehashing the amazing evening or wading my way through nostalgia. Only this: 24-HOUR FEST ROCKS!
You should go. In the spring. In March.
You should go.
*Photo by Jim Norrena