Ok, that was fun but I need to do a proper blog.
This past weekend consisted of nothing. Like, actually nothing. I sat on my ass most of Sunday and Monday, waiting untill Tuesday when my cousins Elizabeth and Elliot, aunt Diane and her boyfriend Mike came up from Toronto. Elizabeth was chosen to row in the Ontario Summer Games, so we went down early Tuesday to check it out. She rowed with people she'd never met before, which I guess was cool. I was too busy coughing up a fuckin' lung to really pay attention.
After we went to the Elgin Street Diner. 'Nuff said.
We decided to stop by Sandra's house to check out their new pool and say hi to the kids. Finley insisted on trying to kiss Tyler (Laura's bf) and Charlotte was just spewing cuteness everywhere. All in all a good lil visit.. untill I got back into the car.
I'd left my purse because I didn't want the burden, but I had this weird feeling that I was going to miss something if I didn't have my phone. I decided to ignore it. Bad idea. We get in the car and my phone is beeping, saying I have a message. Call voicemail, and this is what I hear, "Hi, Lisa it's Julie. Uhh.. I don't know if you've heard or not but.. Steffen Ryge died last night in a car crash. You can call me at home if you want to... ok, bye."
I didn't really react the way I expected myself to. I didn't cry, I didn't feel emotionally burdened or disjointed.. I just felt.. empty. Almost numb to the whole thing.
I knew Steffen back in 6th grade. He was one of the cool kids, and I - as you might have guessed - was not. He played percussion which made him that much cooler, and he acted, which made him desireable by all the girls. Including me. I was akward, stubborn, geeky, quirky, and anything but eyepleasing. I don't know how it came about that I had a crush on Steffen.. maybe watcing him from afar I saw something in him that I wanted to see in myself. Some cliche crap like that makes sense.
Anyways, my good friend at the time, Libby, acted with him in some shows, and insisted I audition for 'Guys and Dolls' because Steffen was for sure going to get a part... and It was a chance for me to spend more time with him. Bless Libby's heart, she knew I didn't stand a chance, but tried to make me feel better none the less. So, I bit the bullet and did it. I sang Yankee Doodle Dandy in 3 different keys and got myself a 'lil part. I was Bubbles, a Hot Box dancer, and I believe my lines were "Ok, Adalade" and ".. and me with Tony the Greek." w00t.
There were two casts, and as forturne has it, I didn't end up in his. But it did
give me a chance to have my eyes glued to him without anyone suspecting anything. I remember in his closing night, one of his lines was "I ain't no stool piegon!" But, being a young kid, he took a dare and changed it to "I ain't no stool sample!" The theatre didn't quiet down for 3 minutes or so.
Steffen was the reason I got into theatre in the first place. My main goal was to be closer to this guy I had a crush on, but I ended up finding my calling.. even if I did only have the chance to say a line or two.
I miss you, old friend. May you rest in peace.Steffen Erik RygeJanuary 8, 1988 - August 14th, 2006