Who's going to drive when she's gone???
So we drove first to Columbus to perform at the Southern Theatre. We checked into the Courtyard Marriott and knew immediately where we were.
We also knew immediately that it would be hard to get to sleep after our show. The place (set up like a "suites" hotel with the big space with a pool in the middle) was crawling with crazy loud kids there for what we concluded was a middle-school aged wrestling tournament. I quickly assessed that these people (no offense Ohio friends) are like southerners without the charm. Lots of adults wandering the halls and lobby in their pajamas and yelling PG-13 profanities at their children. Nice.
Our audience seemed delightful, though. Some sponsors (contributors? benefactors?) of the theatre came to our green room to say hello and thank you and take some pictures. Edgar is always up for a picture.
And so is our newbie. Why do I look so shocked?? (Oh yeah, I have bangs now. Thanks, Monique!)
Off to Cleveland, DQ's hometown. We met some of her family for lunch at TGIFriday's when we got into town. Other than her neice's disdain for me and the ominous dismissal of our waitress mid-service, lunch was delightful. We had enough time pre-show to get to our hotel and take showers/naps/gym visits.
And a bit pic. Dana and I took a nap in the lobby.
Dana took me on a mini walking tour of the downtown area. This theatre is the former site of The Second City Cleveland. This day it was hosting a women's roller derby...meeting? We walked through and Dana showed me the stage, which looked similar to the old days. She was pretty nostalgic but happy to see it.
Here was our home for the night. We were in the Ohio Theatre. I was giddy to learn that next door to us was Ted Neely playing Jesus for millionth time in Jesus Christ Superstar. Seriously, he's 66...he's been Jesus twice as long as Jesus was Jesus. I wanted nothing more than to see him on the street, but instead I was happy to put my ear against their stage door and hear the beginning of Act II. Also, some of the cast was in our hotel. When some wirey dudes in skinny jeans, shabby chic beards and makeup remnants came in, I knew they were apostles. Or guys from my neighborhood in Chicago. Hey-o!
For the final time, Dana and I shared the makeup counter and she lamented the last of her bronzer, which she's been meaning to refill since our first trip together. (Yes, Kyle always sits in the girls' dressing room pre-show)
More bits! Here I am coming out of a weird old telephone booth in Becky's, our dinner and after-party locale. They are a bar famous for their perogies. And oh man, are those good perogies. It was like drowning in a quicksand pit of potato. Our show was great, despite a late start and some sound issues. Dana had dozens of family and friends in the audience and we used the set to honor her in her home town. The party at Becky's featured some blow-the-roof-off-the-joint karaoke, especially Edgar's When Doves Cry. It was a good trip, although we did have to leave crazy early Sunday to get back in time for both Bryan and I to make it to other jobs. We made great time getting back, and thus ended my last tour with DQ. It was a great six weeks, and I am grateful to have had the time with her.
No trips for a little bit. Homeshows, then next stop: back to Tennessee!
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