From the Reverend Chris Keating, post ceremony:

So it turns out?  Volleyball hurts.

Hell, I'll nurse a few (very) sore muscles, seems like a fair price to pay for The Best Weekend Ever. 

Everyone was so gracious these past couple days, with genuine thanks flying in all directions.  At some point between the drive from Salem and the bus to Manhattan, I realized that I had not yet thanked you two.  One could argue that yes, it was a favor I agreed to do while sitting on your floor in Treasure Island, eating chicken parm.  But really, it was a bonus.  It was candy.  With half a dozen bridesmaids and groomsmen, I got the part no one else got.  I got to run lines with you, work the blocking with you, figure out the tech issues with you.  And that?  Honestly?  Is more fun than anyone deserves to have. 

So thank you.  I love you both. 

And yes, the license was mailed this morning.  I swear.  Probably.

This concludes my four-year contract.  Signing off.

-Chris M. Keating

June 15, 2008

From Chris Symonds:

"I've known Megan and Travis for a long time. When I met Travis, we were cast together in a show. I was recruited for my ability to play a wealthy, attractive young man with rapier wit and boyish charm, and he had been recruited for his uncanny ability to act like a drooling, grunting, savage. The first time I saw Megan, she arrived in a well-used car chock full of lighting gear to light this very same show. From day one, it was easy to see how they have always been supporting each other. Helping each other. Encouraging each other. Complimenting each other. And with each other's love and support, they continue to thrive today. Megan has people who cart those lights around for her. And Travis grunts and drools on bigger, better stages. I love you guys. Congratulations."

From Antoine Gagnon:

I first met Megan at a weekend retreat for Drug-Free teens.  She was in my activity group.  To be honest, I didn't pay her much thought, but we must have hugged a bunch of times because that's what lameo drug free over-achieving teens do on weekend retreats.  I didn't have an opinion about drugs one way or the other.  To be honest, I just liked hugging girls and I was trying to hug this one girl (NOT Megan) as much as possible.  But that didn't work. 

I next met Megan in Ms. Keirstead's Freshman English class at Nashua High.  Highlights include smoldering hostility and I once shot her in the face with my asthma inhaler.  It was pretty awesome until she made me feel bad. 

There was quite a lot after that, actually.  I've had the honor of knowing Megan for about 15 years now I think.  She's a dear friend--one of the best.  Despite years of drama and conflict and the occasional, "I'm never talking to you ever again", Megan has been a constant in my life.  I'm a better person because I know her. 

I met Travis in the fall of 1995.  He was skulking in the shadows backstage of The Hennessey Theatre (With an axe!).  I was looking for an audition list and instead I got... Well, I got Travis and everything that came with him.  He's one of those people that doesn't hold anything back--he came with his universe and his world view and his unique ability to love uniquely.  He also comes with a whole new nomenclature.  It's impossible to break.  I slip into it while talking to people who have never met him and they just look crossed-eyed at you like you're nuts.  Heh.  I'm a better person because I know Travis.

Travis and Megan and the kind of friends you grab onto (or who grab onto you... hrmmmm) and you lock them in your heart and never let 'em go.  They become a part of you.  And as you walk with them along your paths, you know that there has to be a God.  Because nothing like this happens by accident.  This is part of the plan.  Spraying asthma medicine in Megan's face?  Following Travis back into the dark of The Hennessey?  In the script.  We ad-libbed a whole lot along the way, but some things are just in the script.

So now these parts of me are becoming parts of each other.  It makes perfect sense to me.  I'm not sure I've ever really been surprised that they were together.  They've had rough patches where one of them would confide to me that it was almost over.  And I'd smile.  Because some things are just in the script.  You know it.  Right down to the bone.  Even if it is a little too dramatic at times. :)

Congratulations, Megan and Travis.  I can't wait to see what's next. 

-AAG

(Seriously, I don't think I can handle being used as proof of the existence of god.  Can I edit this??) - Megan

(No. It's fate, just accept it.) TB