An act of contrition. An act of frivolity. An act of appreciation. These 3 acts comprised my weekend RACs, and also helped me understand something about myself, too.
First off…the act of appreciation. I took some time this weekend to see a friend of mine in a dinner theatre show, an outing I had been planning since the middle of October. Suffice it to say that during the past two months, I have nearly forgotten to schedule blinking and breathing into my agenda, let alone an entire afternoon of theatre. My last possible opportunity to see my friend’s show came this weekend, and I astonishingly had an entire Sunday afternoon open.
My RAC came in the form of flowers for said friend, which I presented to her at the opening of the show. Now, some people out there are under the assumption that merely attending a friend’s play or musical is an act of kindness in itself. The show nearly ran for 3 1/2 hours…time enough to bake two cheesecakes, write your memoirs, or feel your butt go numb.
But simply attending this show for my friend wasn’t enough; she was my friend, a person who has stuck by me through thick and thin…someone who has attended shows I’ve performed in, time and time again. The very least I could do for her was to be in attendance. It’s part of the friendship code: thou shalt attend all manners of theatre/concerts/operas/symphonies/drag shows/poetry readings that your friends engage in. It’s there. Look it up.
Nay, I could not simply just attend her show, although she later intimated to me that she was thrilled I could be there. That’s my duty as a friend. That’s not allowed to count for an RAC: it’s not something done out of the ordinary. It has to be something that you wouldn’t normally do.
Miracle on 32nd Street 