Europe seems forever ago.
Europe, like it's an idea or something.
How lofty of me.
It's hard to believe my best friend & I were tire-swinging around a theatrical playground over a year-and-a-half go, somehow sneaking peeks at the ancient blueprints of what we'd currently kill to do (or never do again, depending).
It was a weird time to travel with that group: entering our senior year in college with separation anxiety starting to set in.
It was a weird time to learn about theatre's origins: entering our senior year in college with life crisises starting to set in.
Now we're out & I'd give anything to go back.
I look at videos like this & I cannot get Grey and Swayze's closing credit's theme outta my head...
To wander the agora on a sweaty May afternoon.
To see an off-putting avant garde West End musical.
Hell, to make out with a Parisian stranger in a bathroom stall.
Ok, enough of that.
The only person more annoying than Negative Nancy is her uncle Terry Tourist's pesky daughter Introspective Ingrid.