In the middle of last year, Marty ordered us tickets to the Broadway hit musical comedy, Waitress, performing at Proctor’s Theater in Schenectady, NY. We have tickets for tonight’s show!
In 2018 & 2019, we did the Sunday Schenectady Farmer’s Market, which was held outside in the summer season and in Proctor’s Theater during the wintertime. The theater is beautiful, making you feel like you’ve stepped back in time. The lobby and film theater were modern.
Week after week, we watched excited show-goers arrive at Proctors for a matinee show. Great shows, Broadway shows still appearing on Broadway, and holiday shows like the Nutcracker. I love the Nutcracker and danced in it when I was little.
We decided to stop doing the Schenectady market, which was hard for us because we liked the customers and vendors at the market. We realized that we couldn’t keep working seven days a week as we had for two years.
We began to burn out. I started resenting the customers who would tell me they were going home to curl up on their couch and watch football or Netflix. Others were going to a Sunday dinner or just came from church or brunch. I started to become jealous of the theatergoers. Yes, we were building a new and thriving business, but we had zero life, and it sucked.
In 2020, we got tickets to Proctors to the Broadway musical Frozen. The theater was even more grand and beautiful than I imagined. The show was incredible. We haven’t been to a broadway show in decades; we were amazed at the lights and effects. We were living our lives again! It felt fantastic. Then fucking covid hit.
Covid made us realize how much time we wasted not doing shit even more. Shit, we wanted to do. We had kids, dogs, bills, a business, and responsibilities to our aging parents. All we did was wait and wait. Wait for what? All I could think was we were knuckleheads during the lockdown and closures. We vowed when we got out of this pandemic; things would change.
We still have our business, bills, grown kids, dogs, and responsibilities but are slowly managing to go places and do things we want to, like going to Vegas in September or buying a pool. We put so many things on hold for so long we have a lot of catching up to do.
I’ve been stressed out all week every time I looked at the weather forecast for today, Friday, the day of the show. A big snowstorm was coming. What if we couldn’t go?
We have tickets to the show, a free hotel room with our Hilton Honors club points two doors down from Proctors. A plan to pack up our farmer’s market supplies and product for the market Saturday morning, which is only 20 minutes away. We found a restaurant with a great gluten-free menu, someone to let the dogs out at bedtime while Sam will be working in the ER tonight.
What could go wrong? Nothing Marty said. Fuck it. A little snow isn’t going to close down the show or the hotel. The farmer’s market is never canceled due to the weather. We were going, and everything was going to be okay. He’s right everything will be alright. It even looks like the snowstorm may be winding down earlier than expected.
Happy Friday! I’ll let you know how everything turns out. ☺️