One and Done

When I was on the road as a touring stagehand, many Sundays began at 8am. No, I take that back. They began more like at 6am after about three hours of sleep with me frantically packing all my crap that I had been putting off dealing with until the last possible minute into my suitcase and then trying to find coffee and a muffin and make it to the theater by 8am for box call. We would pull the empty road cases off the semi trailers they’d been stored in and line them up in prep for the load out. Then we’d do a show. Then we’d do another show. Then we’d start the load out. Usually we finished up around sunrise and headed to the airport for the next city, where we would begin loading in shortly after we landed.

But some Sundays were different. They were “One and Done!” Sundays. These were during multi-week stops in bigger cities like Chicago, Philly, San Francisco; we’d do a matinee only and then have 48 glorious hours off until we had to be back for Tuesday night’s show call. We didn’t have to move the show. Nothing needed to be packed. It was like Christmas.

I’m not on the road anymore. The show I’m on in New York has a One and Done Sunday every week. Sometimes I even take Sundays off and then it’s like, double Christmas. Still, I love the spirit of One and Done Sundays-the sense of possibility and of not being rushed.

So I’m starting a new feature here under that name. Every Sunday I’ll post a picture. And I’ll post five links that will totally be worth your time to check out. Nice and easy.

Except today I’m posting two pictures, because I feel like it.

#1A and #1

This is a picture from #1’s graduation at the end of June. She’s standing with her best friend, whom we refer to as #1A. I love this shot of them.

#1A left for college last weekend. It’s only been a week and we miss her like hell. It totally feels like we’re down a kid.

They liked to make this face a lot. I called them the Happiest Graduates of 2011:

We miss you, #1A!

Here are five links that are totally worth your time:

What happened to your pretzels, your favorite underwear, and quite possibly your lipstick: Charles Gulotta at Mostly Bright Ideas

You missing the Yardwork gene? I am: I’ve Become My Parents

Witness the best hippie-inspired intentions going down the crapper: Lori Dyan

Grammar. I has it. The Bloggess

The best post you didn’t read this week about surviving rape: For This I Am Thankful at The Monster In Your Closet.