It's precisely 4:12 a.m.
I'm in my parka.
I'm in the Adirondack chair on the patio.
I've got a vodka cranberry buzz, but not one buzzy enough to regret.
I might still be on the high from today's matinee and then the night show with its extra adrenaline from the 20 seconds of wrong-synthesizer-setting panic in the middle of song #12 followed by even more extra adrenaline from it being the last show followed by the ripping apart of the set and then the cast party and the serious post-show love and the aforementioned vodka cranberry buzz and the sense of relief and gratitude that, amazingly and thankfully, always materializes at such moments when you almost can't believe that 6 months ago all this was was an idea and some publicity posters and 3 months ago you didn't know 2/3 of these people and that even 2 weeks ago you couldn't imagine feeling this satisfied and even as of last night, you didn't think you were going to miss any of them.
But you will. And I will.
Thanks, good folk of The Longwood Players and YAGMCB, for taking the leap.