"Sons of Rohan!": why musical is awesome.

 It's a helicopter, guys. And the precarious rolling scaffolding.

Closing night was fantastic. I got many pictures of people beforehand and hilarity ensued, as it was an ideal situation for photobombing. Also, my 70's Ellen DeGeneres/tourist in Bangkok costume:

Kaelen says the vest "is made of the purest rainbow-unicorn tears."

Tatyana was also snapping pictures afterwards and she captured this beauty:

Can I #congratulationsonyourface myself? Mind you, it was around 11:30pm at this point, so I had passed into crazy mode. I also appreciate how everybody looks happy except for me and Aidan, who is evilly eating one of the twelve pieces of pizza he consumed last night.

Also, one must appreciate when the entire cast of a musical is eating pizza in the cafeteria around midnight after closing night and someone jumps on a table and recites this speech. It just makes it even better that he was holding a legit sword (that we had used as a prop). My evening was made.

I stayed at the cast party at Victor's until about 2:30am where about thirty people were dancing in the basement until we collapsed, then Reeves played his indie music and Ben and Victor sang a duet from Les Mis.

The terrible thing about musical is that as soon as you're at the best part, it's over. Musical people make my life so happy, then melancholy because I don't see them enough, or they graduate.

I shall now leave my sanity here for safe keeping until this weekend, where it looks like I have no major assignments to work on for the first time since January. But until then... BAH.
Love,
-J-