Monday night was a heart-full kind of night. Bittersweet, happy, nostalgic, gratifying.
I had an Improv show, but not just any show: the last class show of the highest-level class offered at my theater. I did it; I finished the training program; I'm an Improv 'graduate'!
6 weeks of classes + 2 weeks rehearsal time + 8 weeks of shows = 4 months we've been working at this thing, my classmates and I.
(Add to that all the time spent in lower level classes + plus required electives + plus practice groups + yadda yadda. You get the point. This was a long time coming.)
I've been looking forward to this class being over. Though a good experience, it was also a tiring one - claiming two nights a week for the past two months. I wanted those nights back, I wanted free time, I wanted flexibility in my schedule again.
But - as the end approached - I got all sad and sentimental. I was going to miss my classmates, miss working with them and laughing with them and seeing them regularly. It's not goodbye forever - I'll see them around. But it won't be the same - can't be the same - as these past 4 months when we were teamed up in pursuit of this common goal.
But back to Monday.
After the show: hugs and smiles all around. The feeling of accomplishment, the relief of ending well, ending strong. The walk around the corner to the bar, catching up with a long-lost friend. Drinks all around, words of affirmation, Cajun french fries, Knicks vs Nets on the tv, talking about the past, wondering about the future. Re-hashing. Mingling. Meeting new people and talking about Spain. Learning what a ‘water back’ is and talking about love. Looking around and loving all the people I saw sitting there.
Staying out way too late for a Monday.
Going home smiling, thankful.
Very, very thankful.