So, Tuesday night I got to see Wendy Crewson in Love, Loss and What I Wore. Which was oh so wonderful for me. But it wasn’t just Wendy. Indeed, the entire cast was a treat. And Margot Kidder… just too cool.

Great script, great performance, and most fantabulous after-performance.

First thing to note, and so incredibly strange for us, was the fact that we were like the only people waiting outside of the stage door who didn’t know one of the actors personally. Is that not a thing in Canada? I mean, WTF? When we went to see A Little Night Music last week, there were barricades on either side of the stage door and lines like twelve people deep.

Anyway, Wendy came out as the last person in the backstage brigade. We looked at her with smiles of anticipation. She looked back at us and said, “Margot is coming out the front.” So Shawna says “We were waiting for you.” And Wendy is like, “Really?” And we’re like “Uh, yeah.” So, then I tell her that she is one of my favorite actresses, and she’s all “That is so sweet.” And Shawna tells her that we can’t see everything that she’s in in the U.S. (Because, you know, we are the U.S. and we wouldn’t possibly stoop to buying TV shows from Canada. Since our television plate is loaded with such high-class fare.) She asks where we’re from and Shawna says Pennsylvania (only true for another twenty-some odd days, but close enough) and Wendy says, “You didn’t drive all the way up here to see this, did you?” And I say, “We drove all the way up here to see you.” And she’s like, “I’m in shock.” And she actually looked quite in shock. Cause she had no idea she’s that cool to me. And then she’s like, “Thank you. That’s amazing.” And I’m like, “Thank you. It was awesome getting to see you on stage.”

And then she hugged us.

I asked if they were as in awe of being onstage with Margot Kidder as they seemed. And she was like, “Yes, she’s amazing,” and talked all about how Margot was open about everything in her life, including her crazy. And we got to make a mutual joke at Montana’s expense.

Then, when she signed my playbill (though that’s a really generous term, cause it’s really more of a flyer), Wendy dropped our blue Sharpie and wrote on her t-shirt. She said that she was “Graceful as always” and picked it up. And I told her that I’m a writer and all of my clothes have ink stains on them.

So, as we had our picture taken by some of Wendy’s old friends who were waiting outside of the theater as well, she asked what I wrote and I told her about my book and how I wrote screenplays and how I won the award in the screenwriting competition. And she’s like congratulations. And I said maybe one day she’d be in something of mine, to which she responded, “Well, I’m free in five days.”

It was just so strange, because she was nominated for yet another Gemini Award the same day as the play, and yet she was so sincerely amazed that we would drive that far to see her. I simply cannot imagine such a humble reaction from any of our Emmy award nominees.

Wendy Crewson. Simply wonderful.

And clearly as blind as a bat without her glasses.