On January 5, 2017 I walked into a weird little basement in a city I had just moved into a week before. I was confused and scared, but mostly excited. It was the start of one of the most amazing journeys of my life. Over the past 18 months, I've spent something in the vicinity of 200 nights in 1923, and it's been transformative. Through crazy-drunk customers, plumbing issues, split pants, and panics about lost socks. Through toga parties, Halloween, New Year's Eve, slumber parties, nights at the Palace and nights at Nite Cap and Chief Sullivan's. Through champagne and conversation, guests opening all the Private doors and guests being surprisingly adorable (special shoutout to the guy who gave me a hundred dollars as a tip!) I've laughed until my stomach hurt, danced until my feet hurt, talked and cried until my soul hurt and then healed again. I'm so grateful for ever moment, the difficult ones that had me crying in the bathroom and the sublime ones where the full power of theater's transformational power was on display. I'm definitely leaving a big piece of my heart in the Palace with the beautiful, supportive family that I've become so much a part of over the past year and a half. Goodbye until I see you all again, my luminaries. #lastnight #longgoodbyes #thespeakeasysf #1923 #ileftmyheartinnorthbeach (at The Speakeasy SF)
