In the Shape of an 'L'

So...my play was not chosen. So...I lost.

I'm a loser. (you should be reading the word 'loser' like this)

But guess what? That is totally cool. I actually sort of felt it wouldn't happen, especially when hearing the other excerpts. Remember when I was worried that my play wasn't funny? Yeah, well, mine was the weird, serious one surrounded by the funny, somewhat serious ones (story of my life?). Regardless, let me tell you how I still feel like a winner (yes, I'm cheesy):

WINNING!
I had so many people come and support me. I had college friends, family, family friends, and even an ex-boyfriend's awesome family (they also brought my favorite cookies in the world...so that is like so much win, I can't even express it).

SAD...
At least 7 of my friends couldn't get in and were turned away...including a high school friend I haven't seen in way too long who was trying to surprise me.

WINNING!
Several people who weren't my friends and had read the entire play asked me about my work and said they enjoyed my play. A few people mentioned wanting to read some more of my work. So...someone likes me?

INTERESTING...
I was asked if I wrote stories in addition to plays. Again my stage directions were mentioned. I am wondering yet again if my writing buddy was/is right. Should my play not be a play? Should I really be writing short stories/novels? Cue brain chaos.

SOOO WINNING!
I got home to Philly around 11:30pm, started in on my favorite cookies, had a glass of port (because I am an old English man in my free time), and watched Kourtney and Kim Take New York (which I DVR'd...don't judge me!). At 1am, my father called (yeah, I don't know why he called so late). He was making sure I got home and then asked me how much productions cost. After I said something along the lines of "Ugh, well, it depends, um, on, you know, um, how big, or where, um, the set, I don't know...", he said, "Well, maybe we just need to figure out a way to produce it ourselves." Ha, Kickstarter.com, here we come!

BAD...
My dress ripped. I am pretty sure most people thought the dress did that on purpose...until the rip got, well, very low. So much for attempting to look put together.

BUT REALLY THIS IS WHY I FEEL LIKE A WINNER
I felt like a writer. I got to hear my work. See some of my work. People asked me about my work. Seeing as though most days I feel like a fake writer who lives in workout clothes and only talks to my dog, it was nice to put on heels, see some friends, and talk about my not-fake play. You know when people nominated for the Oscar say things like, "Oh, it is okay Meryl Streep won again. It was just a pleasure to be nominated"? That is how I feel. (And yes, I just compared my reading to the Oscars...)

Now I am looking forward. Waiting to hear back from two playwriting conferences. Going to try and submit the play to at least two other theaters/contests. And I'm going to write, dammit. Game on.