I assume you have already found the answer from someone else, but just in case: Holy Cow! I have no idea how long this question has been sitting in my in-box, I have been in a major time of transition in my life, and I am no longer living in NY, so I keep The McKittrick Hotel, Sleep No More, and all the amazing people I met through them compartmentalized so the gigantic hole in my heart doesn’t feel so brutally conspicuous, And remember that while it’s brick and mortar in its physical sense, it is a powerful energy that exists in every one of us who has opened our hearts and souls to it and each other. Stay strong, and continue to find ways to support the artists that have been displaced so they will be able to come back WHEN The McKittrick is ready to open its doors. But someone at work asked me about my thistle tattoo the other day and it opened the floodgates and I was excited about talking about it and sharing the magic, so I came back here and read a few posts (particularly the ones from Ross and Lennox of On Tuesday Last) and I was filled with a sense of gratitude for all that the Hotel and this community has given to me through the years. The McKittrick saved me, but I lost her in the process, moving across the country, out of range of impulse SLEEP NO MORE visits, or Gallow Green happy hour, or Manderley escapes for soul regeneration.īy and large, I have not even checked this Tumblr, because it has just been too sad for me. So I can thank The McKittrick for bringing my brother back to NYC so many times, including last Halloween, so he was present to save me from the wreckage that my life was becoming. I had been assaulted by a person that I love very much just before the party, and my brother (in town for our usual Halloween frolic) saw what was happening in my life, sounded the alarm to my Dad and they basically “interventioned” me back to reality. And at the risk of sounding dramatic (who, ME?! Dramatic, nah!) it all came to a head at the McKittrick Halloween party. Fast forward to 2019, and all that came with it for me. Several years ago I briefly considered leaving NY, but, and I am not exaggerating here, I could not even comprehend the thought of leaving The Mckittrick (and all the peripheral relationships and arts experiences in my life as a result of the Hotel) so I stayed. MY life, while still far from perfect, was finally stabilizing, slowly but surely, and knowing what virtually everyone in my life in NYC is going through has been a sobering, perspective-aligning reality check for me. But I was still in touch with friends in NY, and as things worsened and I continued to see the City and the theatre/arts communities decimated I felt a distinct sense of guilt for not being there. I was living in a state of virtual self-isolation, consuming minimal mass media, and almost NO news. I was already out of NYC and in a relatively safe haven, among dear friends from a long-ago life, when 2020 dropped on the world like a lead balloon. My life took such a dramatic turn in 2019. I have been horribly nostalgic the past few months.
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