When I was a little girl I had big dreams. Lots of big dreams. I wanted to be like Annie Oakley. A cowgirl of the West. I wanted to be like Nancy Drew. Solving every mystery in sight. And I wanted to be me - whoever that was - when I grew up.
Well, I am happy to report that on December 13th, at the Company of Angels Theatre, one of my dreams came true. I didn't shoot anybody or solve a crime, but what I did see was a part of myself come alive. My words were performed. Not yours, or Harry's or Bob's or Betty's - but my words. MY WORDS.
When I began Tales of Downtown, about my adventures living in a loft in downtown LA, I had no idea, that my posts would make the leap from blog page to theater stage. That they would be performed by four actresses - Juanita Chase, Deborah Geer, Betty Goldstein, and Jill Weiss - who were funny, and talented, and kooky, and endearing. Women (except for Betty) who I had only met four days before at rehearsals!
But, as I sat there in the audience, an observer of them observing me, I couldn't believe it. It was as though someone else had written the words - as if I had heard them for the first time, even though I knew what the next line would be. How could that be?
Okay, the whole experience was surreal. Out of body. Fantastic. A dream. And I laughed - oh how I laughed. At MY WORDS.
So did many others. They actually giggled - some with tears streaming down their faces when they heard, "I Am a Chinese Woman Living in a Jewish Woman's Body," "The Ghost of Alfred Hitchcock Talks to Me," "People are Graffiti," and eleven more tales. Granted many of them were my friends, there to support me - but if I realized one thing that night - you can't make someone else laugh - it's either funny or it isn't. And they laughed!
As we all left the theater on our way for hot dogs and champagne at Julie Rico's Weeneez, we were all on a high. "We did it!," we shouted. "Oh! What A Night," I said again and again.
And it was. One of the best nights of my life. Nancy
See more pictures from the event here.