Ah, strike. That special time when the magic of the show is over and everyone's just sweaty and pissed. Not to mention bruised, hungry, hyper-caffeinated, over-tired, ready for a break... It's a beautiful moment, really. For those of you who aren't theatre people, stay away. Breaking down a show is the worst part by far. If anyone asks you to help strike a show, change your number and end the friendship. For those of you who are theatre people, I have news for you: big, giant, Broadway/touring-sized production strikes are no more fun or organized than the ones you're used to. (And you'd think at some point after high school techies would learn about deodorant. You'd be wrong.) At least it's done. My part anyway. Here's lookin' at three weeks vacation!
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