photo by Aaron Bouvier Design.Monday was horrible.
I was at rehearsal in a basement nearly two miles away and I had no plans of going anywhere near the race (I really don't like large crowds), but still... I was completely shocked and totally scared. It was so close. So unbelievably close. So close I could hear the sirens rushing towards the scene. So close that we could literally almost smell and taste it.
Nobody I know was affected, but friends of friends certainly were. But it feels like people I know were affected because these are my people. These were Bostonians. They were celebrating one of the most joyful, prideful (and alcohol-filled) day of the year... and they were attacked. And nobody knows why.
I have been obsessed with this whole thing ever since. I watched the news all day on Monday with my friends. I went home and read more and didn't sleep well because I was so disturbed. I can't stop checking in to see what's going on. I can't stop thinking about it... and the sirens in the distance and the helicopters flying above me certainly don't help. But I don't want to stop thinking about it... at all. I want to continue to keep these victims - and all of Boston - in my thoughts.
But, to be honest, the past few days have been beautiful, despite a whole lot of tragedy.
I've never felt more connected to my best friends in L.A. (who are originally from here, or the area) who are still texting us to let us know they love us and can't stop thinking about us and the city and giving us updates.
People are acting nicer towards each other. When bumping into each other, they don't snap, the apologize and say "that's okay." (Which is big for Bostonians.) I've heard less beeping and yelling. People are asking for cigarettes or change, and people are helping and handing them over, and having conversations instead of ignoring each other. It's brought out a kindness I haven't seen in a really long time.
I can't stop thinking about all the people who were running TOWARDS the smoke and scene and not away from it. Nor can I stop thinking about the runners who continued to run away from it... but towards MGH to donate blood to victims who were losing a ton of their own.
The Twitter love from celebrities and all people across the country and world is making my heart melt. Stephen Colbert, Jon Stewart, Conan O'Brien (especially since he's from Boston) addressing Boston and its strength in their opening monologues literally made me cry. And, of course, there was Patton Oswalt's response.
President Obama's press conference calling us "tough and resilient" has resonated with me in such a strong way. We are. And like Wanda Sykes said on Twitter, "That's Boston, they never back away from a fight."
And last night, during the lottery (improv jam) in our House Teams show... we brought up a young boy sitting in the front row of the audience. Usually, the lottery is reserved for performers from the various House Teams, but the kid excitedly got up and wanted to perform, so perform he did. All the actors helped him on stage and set him up to deliver his own lines and he really did a great job. Any time he said anything, the entire audience cheered and clapped. When the show was over, he got a standing ovation. And I had to rush back stage and cry. I was overwhelmed by the love in that room. The improvisers, who would probably feel weird to perform with a little kid in any other situation, all helped this kid out. The audience got behind every choice he made and supported the SHIT out of him. This kid was smiling from ear to ear when he left and his family kept taking pictures and smiling, too. In the end, during the show's outro, Jeremy said, "I think we all needed that." And everyone cheered.
We did. We needed to feel that hope... that pride... that resiliency... that support... we needed to be with each other and acknowledge that something really shitty happened to us. All of us. But there we still stood... completely united.
Boston has always been inside of me... running through my veins and helping form who I am... but I have never been more proud to be a part of such a tough and resilient family. We have each other's backs through everything. And, if I can just remind you of one thing, from our dear brother Conan O'Brien... be kind. And amazing things will happen.