Not So Big and Bad

I went to Schuy-Rush Park yesterday to pick up some things I couldn't fit in my van Sunday night. Although I knew it would happen yesterday and shouldn't have been surprised, my first glimpse of the stage when I came over the hill was painful. The set was gone. The beautiful backdrop, colorful chairs, and bedazzled judge's desk were gone. The laughter and lawn chairs were gone. The result of our hard work was gone.

What isn't gone, though, and what I hope never leaves, is this new album of memories.I hope I never forget Kristina's crazy expressions and uncanny ability to turn something funny into something hilarious with her perfect timing. I hope I never forget that Sarah channeled Marisa Tomei and turned the Evil Stepmother into a Jewish Princess. I hope I never forget that Ashley is good with a wand and full of ways to make her character her own. I hope I never forget how many young people came out of their shells this summer and enjoyed themselves in the process. I hope I never forget.

I spent much of my summer reaping the benefits of years of work by two good friends--two women who have an unbeatable combination of talent and experience. I ventured out under the guise of being on my own but had my invisible posse with me all along. I had six weeks of laughter and dreams, stress and sweat, trial and triumph. And now it's done. The park shows no signs of the time spent there and we are all moving on. I'm counting the days until I leave for vacation, but I'm still laughing and smiling at the big bad show.