After many months of planning and preparation, rehearsals, crazy times, stressful times, fun times, Suburban Motel has come to an end. It passed by so quickly and ended so abruptly. But it went amazingly. Congrats to the cast and crew. It was a blast, and man, was it good. I sat thru nine hours of George F. Walker, watching my peers show off how good they were. I saw things come out of everyone on that stage that I had never seen from any of them. Everyone proved themselves, especially after they overcame the small time-frame we had to get it ready. Adrian tells no lie when he says that directing has a satisfaction like none other. When the lights closed on those shows (particularly the ones I played a part in), I wanted to wheep. But that's not manly so I didn't. I said earlier I sat through nine hours of theatre, that was wrong. I was entertained for nine hours, forgetting how much time had past.
Thank you Sam. Thank you Derek. Thank you Melissa. Thank you Furr. Thank you Janelle. Thank you Marietta. Thank you MacQuarrie. Thank you Alex. Thank you Harmony. Thank you Peter. Thank you Coolsy. Thank you Foffinator. Thank you Claire. Thank you Lindsday. Thank you Giz. Thank you Drew. Thank you Kim. Thank you Dusan. Thank you Dewy. Thank you Brendan. Thank you Jess. Thank you Dez. Thank you Gayle. Thank you Tara. Thank you Steve. And to you Adrian -- Thanks man. You're the best.
Suburban Motel may be over but I will never forget it. I worked with two great casts on two great shows in a series of six great shows. I had fun. I learned more than I ever thought I would.
Thank you. All of you.
