Wizard of Oz
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
The whole point of Rachael coming up to Massachusetts during the Summer of 1997 was to see Prok’s performance as one of the characters in a production of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz at some small theater I’d never been to before. I think it was a dinner theater and I think he played the Scarecrow, but I’m not positive on either bit of information.
Rachael and I went together and I think a part of me wished that we were actually “together” together. Now that she wasn’t with Russel anymore, I think I allowed my long-dormant feelings to rise again. I probably knew I didn’t stare a chance, and with how badly I’d fucked things up with Heather T., I probably never would have taken it any further than imagination anyway.
We went and watched the show. I think most of the other Bradfordites had already seen the show so Rachael and I didn’t really know anyone there. There might have been one or two others that I didn’t know real well, but I can’t remember.
The show was good. Jason was always good, even if the production was half-assed. I don’t think this show was that bad though. Rachael and I congratulated him and then I think I drove us home, though I’m not sure where Rachael was staying. Perhaps she went home with Jason. I think that might have been it, because I do remember going to Jason’s parents house at some point that weekend, driving down Rte. 27 from my parents house to wherever it was that Jason lived.