I've been meaning to write about this for a while... since Saturday, actually.
My theatre group has finished touring its one act play 'Rites of Fire'. We'd performed in some pretty squished-for-size venues before, but our last performance took the cake. Tent-style.
We performed in a fairly large circus style tent. The floor, at least, was carpeted, but you try dancing on carpet. Plus, a recent rain shower soaked the tent wall directly behind us, so when we stood against the wall it was like walking into a shower curtain. Ew.
Plus, the stage smelt like sheep.
The performance went off well, despite these and other minor hitches. Our audience loved us, and we all felt.. fulfilled afterwards.
After much discussion we all decided to head to the local pizza restaurant for the after party. We were all high on adrenaline and were noisy as only teenagers can be.
I daresay we irritated a fair few of the restaurant's more refined clientele.
We were celebrating a fantastic run. I acquired a wine bottle full of water, which one of our actors tipped gleefully upon the head of one of our other actors. There were 'how many pieces of pizza can I stuff into my mouth at once?' contests, there were funny and flirty photo shoots by the dozen. We laughed our heads off and acted like we were absolutely stonkered afterwards.
I guess we were, in a way.