Let me reiterate what I ended my last blog post with....
2011 can go fuck itself!
Another loss in my life has occurred, this hot day in August.
Beloved theatre I grew up adoring, Le Petit, has unfortunately been handed over to the Brennan's.
When I was a wee girl I would go see every single production at Le Petit.
I still have all of my programs from every show I had ever seen there.
It was my dream to get to play on that stage one day.
My absolute dream.
Many of us who are from here had the notion that if you had gotten cast in a Le Petit production...you had made it in New Orleans theatre.
I, gratefully, grew up, and my dream came true.
I got to perform on that big, beautiful stage.
I got to experience all the ghosts.
I got to sing along with the orchestra.
I got to smoke in the alley on stage left.
I got to stand on the balcony and have people yell questions on why I was dressed so funnily (i.e. my Indian costume from Damn Yankees)
I got to watch Cecile hand sew a new costume in the length of an intermission in the ladies dressing room.
I got to watch the Saints win the Super Bowl in Muriel's!
And so so so many other things that I was given the opportunity to do because of that wonderful theatre.
Mr. Marmalade, Taste, Weird, The Night of the Iguana and Damn Yankees were the last shows i did there.
These are some of the most important shows to me because these were the shows that gave me most of my current friendships.
Taste and Marmalade are the reasons I got to be in The NOLA Project.
Which is my other family.
Le Petit did all of this, and so much more than I could ever express in the written word.
Theatre is the only thing I'm good at.
It's the greatest love of my life.
And Le Petit was one of the places I got to nurture that love.
And for that, I will forever cherish that building and all the people I have because of it.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
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