Last night was the final show of 12 Daze of Christmas. We had a great time, but I wasn't prepared to be sad when the play finished. My cast mates and I shared a lot of hugs, well-wishing, kudos and a few of us were upset to the point of tears. So I wanted to let anyone with aspirations of doing a play, be it in a local production, or a school theater group to be aware that when everyone goes their separate ways your going to miss the camaraderie that evolves between cast mates.
The play was over and pictures had been taken of the characters in costume. A few days previous the director had asked where we'd like to have the after party. We'd all made such great friends that we were happy to all go run and grab some pizza together at a local pizza place, but unfortunately there were quite a few people in the cast that weren't old enough to drink so they set up a bonfire and a keg in the rural area near town.
So last night, after pizza, a few of us decided that we'd run out to the bonfire and give one last goodbye to some of the kids we'd worked with. I'm 28, and I feel pretty strange when I'm hanging out with 18 year olds who are drinking. Hell, I feel weird just hanging out with 18 year olds. So you can imagine my dismay when I arrive at the bonfire and there are twenty kids who are getting wasted.
The point that I want to drive home is that, as professional as they may be during the play or film, a lot of kids want to rebel, so be ready to deal with the little pains in the ass. Also, I'd like to remind anyone of age that you can get in a lot of trouble if the police get involved with underage drinking.
Thanks and have a great day!
Clint Stewart
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