A Trip To Avenue Q

It’s nearing the end of March but I feel like the weather is getting cooler instead of warmer. The calendar in Michigan might say it’s spring but the freezing rain and wintery mix serves as a reminder that Mother Nature does whatever she wants.

I’ve had another enjoyable day. I did some spiritual/ritual work a few days ago and I can feel it working. My spirit had felt split but I’m beginning to feel like a semblance of my old self. I’ve been spring cleaning and purifying myself and my space so that has helped.

I can’t speak for others but one of my favorite things to do is track shipments. I had a shipment, a care package, arriving from Spoon University and Chef’d and I kept tracking it to see where it was while in route. I’m glad I stayed home during the day because the front porch was drenched and the box and the goodies inside would have been soaked.

I did have to eventually leave because I’ve been looking forward to this day for weeks now. I went and saw Avenue Q.

Avenue Q was everything I expected and more. I have “Purpose” and “If You Were Gay” on my everyday playlist but I’d forgotten how great the rest of the songs are. The show was so relevant to my current life and my experiences. I always find a trip to the theatre to be a little cathartic and Avenue Q was no different.

I walked away with hope. Hope is something I haven’t felt in a long time. I had two instances in two days which forced me to look back on my past and evaluate my present. I was offered my old job back (I can’t take it because it interferes with school) and I ran into an old co-worker from that job while at Avenue Q. Both instances reminded me that I have come so far in my personal growth. Avenue Q reminded me that everything in life is only “For Now.” It’s what I needed to hear.

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World Theatre Day

“If there is any God in this world, He lives in a theatre” — Kathe Koja, Under The Poppy

I learned that March 27th is considered World Theatre Day. I don’t know why I’m surprised that there’s a day dedicated to the theatre when there’s a day dedicated to π but I’m super stoked that it exists.

I’m blessed that I live in an area that has a great number of production companies and playhouses that stage a variety of things. Because of Detroit theatre I’ve drunk at a cabaret in Nazi Germany, gone down the rabbit hole, fought alongside the barricades, visited a Victorian era brothel, sat down at crazy family dinners, cried over lost Southern Baptist Sissies, chased a phantom through an opera house, lived in NYC during the AIDS epidemic, auditioned for a chorus line, wondered what if, sat around the campfire trying to remember a Simpsons episode, was a female homeless veteran, carried the banner, wondered how I was going to pay last year’s rent and so much more.

So happy world theatre day. Support the arts. Catch a show and lose yourself in the magic and mystery of the theatre.

A Night At The Theater

I try hard to support and attend as much local theater as I can but it’s sometimes difficult due to timing and financial reasons. I was injured the first six weeks or so of this year so I missed a lot of great theater. This week I had some free time so I decided to catch a show. 

There were three I had my eye on but my wallet could only let me watch one. The Billie Holiday show at Stagecrafters was out of my budget after this past weekend. Dinner and shots with Keaton on Wednesday followed by Nana’s birthday celebration blew a hole in the budget. I’m not complaining because I was in need of both outings but it’s limited what I can do this week. As much as I wanted to see Lady Day at Emerson’s Bar & Grill, I couldn’t justify spending the $23. I still haven’t visited Slipstream’s new space but I wasn’t up for, and really didn’t have the time, to hunt for it. That left me with the Ringwald and their production of Hand To God.

I really appreciate the Ringwald. This is their tenth season but it seems only yesterday I saw the very first performance of The Normal Heart in the basement of a church. Then there was the production of the Vampire Lesbians Of Sodom at a coffee house in Ferndale. This was when the troupe was called Who Wants Cake? and this was long before the move to the Ringwald.

I appreciate the Ringwald because they mount productions of shows that I never thought I’d be able to see. I’ve been able to see Southern Baptist Sissies and The Boys In The Band and August: Osage County and so many more. The show tonight is one that I never thought would play in Detroit so I knew I needed to make time for it. Detroit seems to host either a lot of musicals or a lot of classic traditional plays. I know that, at the Ringwald, I’ll be able to find more Off-Broadway shows.