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5/7/04

We made it back to Los Angeles for the last weekend of our shows, and I realized two things:
a) the entire cast of this event is unbelievably terrific and has really melded into a tight social circle that is accepting, funny, and basically the clique in high school we all wish existed
b) I would have loved it if my faraway friends - most of whom live in New York, North Carolina, points south and even Canada - could have seen this evening.

One thing about plays that seems obvious, but is actually hard to accept: when they're over, they're truly over. There's no videotape, printed review or long-winded memory that can ever do it justice. It is the electricity of that moment, the synapse that fires between stage and audience - that keeps people in the business. But it is also a study in Buddhist impermanence. Just as the Buddhists destroy their gorgeous sand paintings, the curtain comes down on our best work, and frankly, nobody three weeks from now will give a shit.

And this is how it should be.

But I do still wish I could rent this evening, you know, at Blockbuster or Netflix, pop it in every once in a while. There are some great lines by some fine writers, some of which I'll post here Monday, when the hurly-burly's done. The whole experience has been a wonderful opiate at a time when my country seems to be going down the toilet. I listen to NPR for a few moments, get a dose of horror... then I can turn it off and sigh, because me and my baby's got a show up tonight.