Pittsburgh has been an adventure!
We arrived on Monday and immediately went out to Primanti Bros. for what I have been told is a tradition in Pittsburgh. All of their sandwiches come with fries and coleslaw on the sandwich. It is weird, weirdly good to be honest. I don’t think I will be attempting it on my own anytime soon, but I will definitely do it again next time I’m in Pittsburgh.
Tuesday a group of us headed down to the Andy Warhol museum. It’s amazing! Here are some photos from it:
Thursday evening I got the beautiful and gracious Heather Olcott to take me on a late night tour of Pittsburgh. I managed to stage some decent photos.
Friday morning the entire company got together to do a secret Santa reveal. This is one of the things I love about touring. We took over the hotel lobby and laid out all of the final gifts. There were tears as people discovered who has been their secret santa. You see secret santa is kinda a sacred thing for touring people. We all are away from our families and getting little gifts randomly throughout the weeks leading up to Christmas is just a great way to feel the love of our adopted family.
Another way we feel the love is a closing night party… it was a blast to get together with everyone last night and have a few drinks. Our tab was a bit impressive. 
Today is our final show. There are going to be lots of tears as we run it one last time. There will be tears as we say goodbye to our cast post show (they all have flights home this evening so they can do Christmas with their families tomorrow). There will be tears as we close the trucks and say goodbye to this show. I fully expect my evening to be full saying goodbye to my crew at the hotel. Saying goodbye to a road crew is a bit traumatic. This group of individuals will never again all be in one place. We splinter off and all go our own directions. About half of the crew already knows where they are going next. The other half is going to just go home and be unemployed until they find something. The only thing that is sure is that we will never again all be united at the same time. We’ll all keep in touch, there will be the random reviving of group texts, and Facebook bickering over who actually was responsible for the high heel incidents. But at the end of the day, this tribe, this family that has formed will be gone for good. It’s going to be a rough day.
