I stood there, snapped this photo, and thought briefly about all of the important memories I created while sitting on those stairs....
My birthday party, back when the space was new -- when I had to rent chairs and we piled people on old couches and let them dangle their feet from the balcony. The stage lights were tin flood lights hung high from the pillars. Rob brought in his sound system and a spot light for the trapeze act, and I invited everyone I knew and made them all wear mustaches. It was one of the most magical nights of my life.
Then, the first two 8s -- the weirdly successful stumble throughs.
The last few 8s -- where I solidified the process, reconnected with the magic, and managed to make it my life.
The shows I attended full of silliness and inspiration. Sitting on the stairs with the residents of Main Street, feeling like it was exactly where I belonged....
And then, of course, there were the late night talks, circus bootcamp, the wild west fight night that no one attended... :) the delightful Sunday afternoon when Natty's boyfriend played the trumpet in front of the brick wall facade, the night Nik and Joan and I watched Scott Pilgrim vs the World on a tiny tube tv, the fight rehearsals, the laughter, the ability to create, the freedom to play....
Sweet Main Street, we will miss you. ...and, we'll never forget you.
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