Off in Huron, Ohio working with the theater fellows from BGSU at the Lake Huron Playhouse, putting on five shows in a grueling six weeks. We used to have a joke, a very piggish and sexist joke, that last summer while I was working (you know, "working") I would say she was sitting at home twiddling her thumbs until I called. Shoes on the other foot this time, and I gotta tell you guys, it sucks. A lot.
This is where someone will chime in, "yeah, but she's around all school year, why complain?" And to them I say, get off my blog and stop being my friend.
Long story short, I miss Krista a great deal. Not in like, a suffocating, overly needy way; more like, a nice, I'm really proud of you and excited that you're getting one foot in the door to a successful acting career, BUT, I miss you anyway.
Luckily, the feeling's mutual.
Long story short, I went to see Krista this weekend!!!
Luckily, she's not the only Otterbein-er that works at the Playhouse. Jake Robinson, Adam Shalter and Julie Koenig also find themseleves two hours away from campus. Even more lucky, Julie's totally awesome boyfriend, Kyle Harper, works at Otterbein for the summer. Are you feeling the equation work out here folks?
So Kyle and I road trip up to Huron listening to Weird Al and talking about movies. Finally, we are arrived outside the Playhouse, Krista is waiting for me. It's like a movie, so I'll spare you the details of the most fantastic hug ever.
From there Krista showed me around the very groovy historic McCormic Elementary School, where the theater is held. I was introduced to many, many people, cast crew, the works. Then we sat in the box office and helped sell tickets until it was time for me to take my seat (c-1) and wait for the show.
The group put on "The Melody Lingers On," which was a musical review of Irving Berlin's tunes. I had never realized just how impressive his resume was, so it was a pleasure and a surprise to be hearing songs from Annie Get Your Gun, or "Stepping out With my Baby," and of course, the timely preformance of "God Bless America." The show was awesome, I had a really good time, and get to claim a staticstic I never thought I would: to be surrounded by more people on oxygen, then people not on oxygen.
Afterwords, the cast and crew had to do strike on the set, so I was treated to a second show: "Strike: The Musical." Then, the four of us piled into Kyle's car and drove to the very prestegious, very elite, Huron / Milan Motel 6. I said goodnight to new friends and Krista, and checked out my lodgings: rough. Not really, a nice big queen size bed, a TV that was broadcasting "A New Hope" on Spike (no complaints) and an air conditioner; all the essentials. I climbed into bed and fell asleep, looking forward to the coming morning.
So, after a nice morning sleeping in, I meet up with Krista again and we shoot over to the lakeside for a picnik with her friends. Three words: take notes Otterbein. I hadn't had burgers that good in a long time, so I had to eat a lot. I also got to see Jake, another Otterbeiner at the playhouse being his usual goofy self. We also shared good stories and watermellon so juicy, water was not necessary despite temeptures reaching the 90s.
Post picnik, we ran a few errands: laundry mostly, checked into getting Krista a new phone, looked at some shoes at the Sandusky Mall (good thing the kids have Cedar Point to go to...) and then it was back to the Playhouse before I knew it.
All day Krista had been appologetic that we didn't get to do anything, just her chores. I couldn't reassure her enough that it was fine. And it was. I've grown to love and even be excited by the monotonous, the mundane, when these tasks are shared with her. I think, how similar is a laundramat in Huron to where perhaps in the East Village we will do laundry until I make tenure and we can get a house outside of the city? Wishful thinking, but nice.
And it was somewhere after losing to several games of Spit and half the ride home, that I realized how much I was missing Krista already, and how I could only look forward to a not too far from now time, where we can share each other's company passing time washing dishes, cleaning clothes or moving furnature.
It was good to see her, and even though my iPod played a cruel trick on me walking back from Kyle's house to my apartment (First Day of My Life) I have nothing but happy and warm, lovely memories from last weekend.
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