My friend Abby hates February. She says everything bad happens in February. I'm beginning to believe her.
Probably because I'm sitting in the ER with her after a nasty bonk on the head during the show tonight.
Like a true theatre artist and masochistic, she kept going for the final three minutes of the show. I didn't realized it happened. It's the final scene of the show, and so much is happening, it's hard to know where to look. She got hit by a flying elbow. The elbow belonged to a 6'7" actor, who isn't always the most observant with where his limbs are going. I didn't know until 15 minutes after the show was over. As stage manager and friend, I went into panic mode.
So, we are in the hospital. I don't think I'll be getting much sleep tonight, but that's okay. I have a science test to study for. Right now, we're "hangin' in her hood," as she just put it. Surprisingly, that's a fairly normal thing for her to say.
I don't want to hate February, but right now, it seems like a valid option.
Until next time, hurry up, March!
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