we are not friends we weren't and we won't be



Hug your friends. Take photos of and with your friends. Don’t be afraid to talk to them first. Make plans with your friends. Invite them over. Go on adventures. Let them know you appreciate them. Tell your friends you love them. And please, hug your friends.

They can be ripped away from your life at any moment because of some stupid accident, so please let them know how much they mean to you while they can still hear it.

anonymous asked:

KELLY!!! I can't believe you were there TONIGHT of all nights. If anyone deserves to have DD drop in on them, it's you - champion of MSR and XF. Can you please do a write-up of your Streetcar experience tonight? Many of us who weren't there tonight or won't ever get to go to the show, can we relive it vicariously through you and your good writing? What was GA's reaction at the very end during the ovation? Did you get to see DD during the show, before or afterwards? MUCH APPRECIATED xoxoxoxo

Aw thanks! I’m happy to share my experience, but I’m not sure I’ve got any good stories. As soon as we got to the theater, we ran into a friend of mine from work, who told us that David was there. I think there was a little bit of magic hanging over St. Ann’s Warehouse tonight. I was there with @one-in5billion and some irl friends who don’t all know each other, so I went into this mostly just worried about how all of these people from all of these different areas of my life would come together, but I should have remembered that the first unifying human experience is our shared love of Gillian Anderson. The second is that we are all the eye emoji when Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny share space. I felt God in this Chili’s tonight. I found @foxmulders in line for the bathroom and when I went to hug her @a-brighter-yellow joked that I was “like the mayor,” but the truth is that Gillian was the mayor and that’s why all of our paths crossed so seamlessly.

While we were waiting for the show to start I waved (a ridiculous wave, I’m sure) at friends in another section of the theater. Jadie (who was sitting next to me!) can verify but I’m pretty sure David was on the way to his seat right then, and if he happened to see me, he may potentially have thought I was waving at him so that’s something I have to carry with me for the rest of my life.

He was sitting somewhere behind us, so I didn’t see his reactions to the show. I can tell you that he passed us during intermission and popped the collar of his leather jacket. It also should not go unmentioned that Lucy Liu was there. I hope she and David and Gillian got together to trash “Hell Money.”

As for Gillian’s performance, you already know this, but it is definitive. Her Blanche is a live wire frayed at the edges. You can feel the room spark as soon as she comes in. She engages the whole audience, but by the end of the show, she implicates you, too. This is the most effective use of theatre-in-the-round I’ve ever seen. Every laugh Gillian wrings out of Blanche’s drinking habits and insecurities (and she has great, dry comic timing throughout the show) feels by the end like something you need to repent for. We all just spent three hours watching a woman fall apart, and we laughed.

I don’t know how she puts herself through that emotional journey so many times a week. I also don’t know how she wears stilettos on a stairway full of holes and never loses her footing. I’d like to thank everyone involved in this production for, to paraphrase a friend, really committing to the aesthetic where no one zips anything up fully. Also, the stage was stopped right in front of us when Blanche was hosing herself off and lounging in a tub in lingerie, so now I know how I would like to die. 

The show ended with a much-deserved standing ovation, and Gillian shook herself out of character pretty quickly. She smiled–especially right at the end–and seemed very flattered by the cheering. I’m sure she was exhausted (but she came out to sign playbills anyway, because we don’t deserve her). I almost always get choked up at curtain calls, because I did some plays growing up; I’m not especially good, but curtain calls make me nostalgic. I always kind of want to trade places with the people on stage. But I didn’t even remotely tear up during Gillian’s bows. Sometimes you just know you just witnessed something above and beyond what anyone else is capable of, and it just takes you out of the equation completely.