After 35 years...

New American Theater, my workplace and second home for the past 13 years, is no more. They closed the doors mid afternoon yesterday, and changed the locks by evening. We were in the middle of the run of Oliver! and just stopped (middle of the run, not of a performance, silly!). I even got to (had to?) break my outside door key in the lock of the alley door until the locks were changed. We all got as much of our own stuff out of the building as we could before they stopped us. Now we have to make 'arrangements' with the BANK to get the rest of our stuff. I managed to get out all my valuable stuff, CDs, computer programs, my kickin' computer speakers, drafting kit, my all encompasing Scrabble dictionary (really a Random House Complete dictionary that weighs about 20 pounds), and the booze, and my original drawings of light plots, Things that I'd have to ARGUE were mine with an outsider. Stuff I chose to get later were things like my 20 yr old Mac SE (yes, the one with the innovative built in 20Meg HardDrive and whopping 1 Meg RAM) and my 15 yr old Mac Powerbook 150 "laptop", and my espresso machine and the coffee grinder (not one of those wimpy electric ones either; you clamped this puppy to the table and cranked. You WORKed for your coffee!) and my old plastic tacklebox style (long since emptied) drafting kit, stuff like that, that's pretty obviously my personal stuff and not the theatres. There were some things I didn't get to, like up in the booth were some books and library CDs, but I'll get those later too, I guess.
So we all went next door for drinks at Octane, and somebody was running a tab, I never found out who. Cool, I'll have a Double, thank you. Then we get a text from S that she's at Carlyle, doing Beer Shots with her new Co-Workers. So J and I head off for there, and the rest of the now pretty inebriated crew of Staff and actors go to Kryptonite for another promised free round. A few beer shots and two pints, and a large pizza later, we're informed at Carlyle, that some guy and his wife, we never found out who, left $20 on the tab of the two girls with glasses and the big guy. SWEET! Now, J was planning all along to have a party at her place, 'cause she's going back to Tennessee for good unless she got paid. So we realize that we'd probably better get there so her roommates weren't stuck hosting this drunken crowd alone. However, after all this Pub-crawling, the party breaks up before too long. Pussies. But all the goodbyes had been said and all the hugs had been had, and too much longer and it would be maudlin.
Not bad for an impromptu party.
Now.
I gotta find a job.