Guest Blogger: Paige Faure

My mother in law, Rebecca, and I were talking about this thing we are calling 'the post-show happy buzz'. It's the palpable energy felt after a musical that keeps you, as the performer, hungry for more even when you're spent. It keeps the audiences coming back with that indescribable 'I just love theatre' feeling. It keeps producers investing, marketing, promoting even when it may be risky. It's the silent but mutual agreement that what we are creating, seeing, experiencing is real and connecting us all when it's very easy to feel disconnected. That we can laugh together, confer on topics normally untouched, and shamelessly lavish ourselves in song and dance for the sake of itself. And in this world of joyful theatrical drunkenness, we take all kinds! It's a big ol' open invitation to humanity. I mean, the fact that I was at the doctors office the other day and the quirky consulting physician went from talking to me about the whooping cough vaccine to how much he and his wife are wild about seeing shows should be indication enough. He spoke to me longer about Phantom of the Opera then about my ear infection. (Side note: he also said I was a spitting image for Mindy from 'Mork and Mindy'. I really don't see it. I did say he was quirky...)

Well, after 14 hours, 4 poopy diapers, 3 overpriced water bottles, 2 Toblerones and 1 mid-flight meltdown, Henry and I made it to Houston in one piece.

Hello, how are we? I'm feeling a little drowsy myself.