Home for the Holidays... at the show across the street
Groundhog Day Closed.
The Mean Girls marquee went up.
The Mean Girls marquee came down.
And then... what?
I actually knew about the holiday show moving into the August Wilson before most people did. It was a well-kept secret until it was certain it was happening, and I only knew about it because my roommate Jo works for the production company. Everyone else was baffled, and I can't say I blame them. Me? I'm excited to see Home for the Holidays. I love Christmas, I love the holiday season, and I especially love winter in Manhattan. Ever been to Bryant Park during the winter market? Yeah. It doesn't get better than that. So sure, I'm looking forward to hearing Christmas music in a broadway theatre across the street from the place I'm going to be calling my home for most of December.
Oh yeah, about that.
The last month of 2017 is going to be a whirlwind. Thanksgiving ends, and then there's finals at school, and then Christmas. And then what will possibly be the worst week of my life.
Yet I'm excited?
In some very strange way, the week of closing is going to be wonderful. I'll spend the few days following my exams with my family, and then the day after Christmas I'll be right back in NYC for the rest of the week. And I plan to see Cats every day. After all, the times left will be pretty limited. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. My birthday-- my 20th birthday, actually, and I'll probably be crying through most of it. Closing.
Crying on my birthday and my favorite show closing? It doesn't sound wonderful. But it'll be the first time I get to spend a long period of time in the city over the holidays. I'll be with my friends. My girlfriend will stay with me for a few days. And of course the atmosphere of winter and Christmas and New Years, in Manhattan. No school to worry about. So like, it sounds altogether pretty nice.
Except, you know, the obvious.
And I find myself torn now, thinking about it, because I love the holiday season more than anything else. I play Christmas music at Thanksgiving dinner. I put winter emojis in my Twitter display name the second Halloween ends. But how excited can I really be this year, knowing that it goes hand in hand with closing? I guess it sounds a little stupid, not wanting Christmas to come because of what happens after. But Tori told me the other day that she actually forgot December is happening at all. "I thought November would, and then start all over again". So I mean, at least I'm not the only one in denial right?
Nothing's really set in yet. I don't think it will until after Thanksgiving. It might not even until I'm away from NYC for three or four days, knowing that when I come back, that's it. Five days.
But still, there's nowhere else I'd rather spend my holidays, and there's no one else I'd rather spend them with. Christmas, birthday, New Years, and everything in between.
The Mean Girls marquee went up.
The Mean Girls marquee came down.
And then... what?
I actually knew about the holiday show moving into the August Wilson before most people did. It was a well-kept secret until it was certain it was happening, and I only knew about it because my roommate Jo works for the production company. Everyone else was baffled, and I can't say I blame them. Me? I'm excited to see Home for the Holidays. I love Christmas, I love the holiday season, and I especially love winter in Manhattan. Ever been to Bryant Park during the winter market? Yeah. It doesn't get better than that. So sure, I'm looking forward to hearing Christmas music in a broadway theatre across the street from the place I'm going to be calling my home for most of December.
Oh yeah, about that.
The last month of 2017 is going to be a whirlwind. Thanksgiving ends, and then there's finals at school, and then Christmas. And then what will possibly be the worst week of my life.
Yet I'm excited?
In some very strange way, the week of closing is going to be wonderful. I'll spend the few days following my exams with my family, and then the day after Christmas I'll be right back in NYC for the rest of the week. And I plan to see Cats every day. After all, the times left will be pretty limited. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. My birthday-- my 20th birthday, actually, and I'll probably be crying through most of it. Closing.
Crying on my birthday and my favorite show closing? It doesn't sound wonderful. But it'll be the first time I get to spend a long period of time in the city over the holidays. I'll be with my friends. My girlfriend will stay with me for a few days. And of course the atmosphere of winter and Christmas and New Years, in Manhattan. No school to worry about. So like, it sounds altogether pretty nice.
Except, you know, the obvious.
And I find myself torn now, thinking about it, because I love the holiday season more than anything else. I play Christmas music at Thanksgiving dinner. I put winter emojis in my Twitter display name the second Halloween ends. But how excited can I really be this year, knowing that it goes hand in hand with closing? I guess it sounds a little stupid, not wanting Christmas to come because of what happens after. But Tori told me the other day that she actually forgot December is happening at all. "I thought November would, and then start all over again". So I mean, at least I'm not the only one in denial right?
Nothing's really set in yet. I don't think it will until after Thanksgiving. It might not even until I'm away from NYC for three or four days, knowing that when I come back, that's it. Five days.
But still, there's nowhere else I'd rather spend my holidays, and there's no one else I'd rather spend them with. Christmas, birthday, New Years, and everything in between.
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