Sunday, February 22, 2015

Day 132: The Significance of ‘TAP’

<Continued from ‘Day 102: The Introduction’>

In my previous post I shared how Heather and I were introduced and how we have a lot in common… and touched on the fact that we had quite a few friends in common as well.  And, the latter is an extreme understatement.  Heather and I had an abnormally high number of mutual Facebook friends for two people who had not actually met.  And throughout the days leading up to our first date, our first face to face meeting, Heather consulted many of them.  Luckily for me, everyone unanimously encouraged her to go out with me if she had the chance.  (Special thanks goes out to all of those people… I honestly have no idea who all you are, except for Beth… I know what you said.  And thanks!)

So, to continue… I had returned to Atlanta on May 18th, 2013 for a three week vacation and I was staying at my parents’ house. 

On the 20th, the day of my first date with Heather, my best friend Costello came over for a visit.  Now I have referred to Costello a number of times in my previous blog, and Costello isn’t just my best friend, but also Gilliam’s, my youngest son’s, Godfather.  Anyway, while we were catching up I mentioned that I was going out with Heather later that evening and that I was going to pick her up at The Art Place when she finished auditions for a show she was choreographing there.  And Costello was like, “Wow… yeah, you’re going to like her.  She’s great.  You guys have a lot in common”. 

I guess I should probably mention that Jeff also works for Cobb County Cultural Affairs and had worked with Heather at The Mable House on numerous Theatre Project productions.

However, nothing could have prepared me for what Jeff said next:  “Oh, I remember hearing about this… a while back Robby (Jeff’s supervisor) came back from a staff meeting saying ‘you’ll never guess what we discussed today…’”  Apparently… according to Robby, (through Jeff), fixing up Heather and I had been an agenda item at a Cobb Cultural Affairs staff meeting.  Evidently… lucky for me… the majority voted in favor of the match.  Thus, Elizabeth introduced us via Facebook Messenger.

So, around 8:30pm, I left my parents’ house and headed for ‘The Art Place’, known lovingly as ‘TAP’ by those who know it well.

Now… at the time… while I was making my way to TAP to pick up Heather for our first date… the significance of meeting her there, at that specific location, was the farthest thing in my mind.  My appreciation for the location can only be attributed to time and reflection...  because I had a lot of history with that place.  A. Lot. Of. History.

The first thing that you need to understand is that TAP has a Black Box Theatre… and that TAP had been deeply influential on my life twice; prior to my journey to meet Heather:

***** 1 *****

In 1994, my junior year in High School, when I was dissatisfied with my High School’s drama club I caught wind of a Repertory theatre program based out of a facility called The Art Place… which I had never heard of before, but was apparently located only five miles away from my parents’ house. 

It was a special program, based out of TAP, for high school and college aged actors and they were holding open auditions by appointment only.  Without my parents’ knowledge I did a very un-JohnPaul like thing… well… it was un-JohnPaul like thing at the time, when I was an introverted and shy high school JohnPaul… but for those of you who know me now, you would think, “this is totally a JohnPaul thing to do!” 

What did I do?  I simply called and I scheduled an audition. 

And then the night of the audition, while at the dinner table with my parents, I asked if I could borrow the car… that night… on a school night, which was not really allowed at the time. 

My parents looked up from their plates… looked at me… looked at each other… looked at me again… and my dad asked, “Why?”

Me:  “I want to audition for a theatre company.  They are having auditions tonight.  I don’t really know where they are located, but I was told it’s next to the Mountain View library.  I called yesterday to schedule an appointment.  It’s in an hour.”

My parents looked at each other and without a word my dad reached into his pocket and slid his keys across the table to me.

Needless to say, I found TAP… and when my name was called, I walked into that Blackbox Theatre for the first time… auditioned… and made it into the company… and remained with them for the next year and a half; until I left to study theatre at the College of Charleston (CofC).  And to this day, I credit my time with that company for getting me into college, on scholarship.  And my time at CofC is what prepared me for what happened next…

***** 2 *****

I moved back to the Atlanta area in 2000, after I completed my studies at CofC.  I was armed with a degree in theatre performance and direction… and… well… nothing to do…

During my first nine months back I had a myriad of jobs:  Hollywood Video, then a temp at CNN, the Atlanta Hawks, and Racetrac Petroleum.  I even landed a job at Cartoon Network, as a low level producer, until the position was dissolved, before I even started, due to the AOL/Time Warner merger.

When the gig at Cartoon Network disappeared I pretty much hated life.  And let’s face it… I really needed a creative outlet… the temp jobs were killing me.

And it all came to a head when I had stumbled across an audition notice for “Brighten Beach Memoirs” to be performed at TAP.  I had already done the show, playing the part of the older brother Stanley.  And I knew if I auditioned that I would get the chance to play Stanley again.

Now, that isn’t ego talking.  It was a statistical guess. 

You see, the part of Stanley is a supporting role and the lead character in the show is actually the younger brother, named Eugene.  When I saw the audition notice and knowing the demographics of where ‘TAP’ is located, I predicted that they would mainly get high schoolers coming out to audition for Stanley; which meant that they would need to cast a middle schooler or a very young looking high school student for Eugene.  But if I showed up, having already played the part and having not aged out of the role yet, they could cast me as Stanley and then cast more mature high schooler as Eugene, thus having a more reliable actor in the role.

So I went to TAP, stepped into that Blackbox Theatre, after an almost six year hiatus, and auditioned.  And as predicted, I ended up being cast as Stanley… and little did I know… that audition would end up changing the direction of my life, giving it more of a foundation.

You see, “Brighten Beach Memoirs” was directed by Nelah, who was now the managing director of TAP.  And Elizabeth, who was now supervising ALL of the Cultural Affairs facilities for Cobb County, was also sitting at the table helping Nelah cast the show.

In the end, Nelah and I got along fantastically working on ‘Brighten Beach’… and as we approached opening night, Nelah offered me a part-time job, which I famously accepted before Nelah could get all the words out.  She reenacts this moment to this day.  “JohnPaul would you like a part-tim-… YES!”

This part-time job led to gigs teaching at two different local high schools and various camps, to a fulltime job at TAP, which led to Elizabeth promoting me to the managing director of a different Cultural Affairs facility called ‘The Mable House’, and while there I started ‘The Theatre Project’… the one Heather would one day join… a gig that would also connect her with Nelah and TAP.

And after seven fantastic years with Cobb, I left to join the Foreign Service.  But little did I know, at the time, before I left, the path had already been laid for Heather and I to find each other… when the time was right…

***** 3 *****

So… there I was… it was 2013, five years after I left my job with Cobb County, at 9pm on the 20th of May… I arrived at The Art Place.  I milled around in the lobby until the auditions ended and then walked into that Blackbox Theatre… to find…

Nelah, who had hired me all those years ago.  She greeted me with a hug and a how do you do and told me, “Heather is in the dressing rooms changing for your date!”

Nelah and I caught up for a little while… and then I heard footsteps behind me… and Nelah said, “There she is.” 


And there I was… standing in that same Blackbox Theatre that I had first performed in my junior year of High School.  The same Blackbox Theatre that prepared me to study acting in college on scholarship.  The same Blackbox Theatre that I auditioned in for the role of Stanley… the role that led me to my first real job and career.    And at that moment… as Nelah said, “There she is…”  I turned… and standing in that same dang Blackbox Theatre… and I laid my eyes on my future wife for the first time.  Who greeted me with a hug in the middle of that Blackbox Theatre stage that had changed the trajectory of my life two previous times… and without knowing… that moment would be number three.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Day 102: The Introduction


<Continued from ‘Day 100: The Reboot’>

… It all started on May 1, 2013…

I was sitting home alone is Eritrea, a very small and isolated country in East Africa, just north of Ethiopia.  Access to internet was always a constant struggle.  It would be up for an hour, down for 24.  Up for 15 hours, down for a week.  But on this particular day I was enjoying an evening of internet access.  And out of nowhere, I received an instant message from Elizabeth… my former boss from when I worked for the Cultural Affairs Division of Cobb County, just north of Atlanta.  I had left that job five years earlier to join the Foreign Service.  I was gone, but apparently, not forgotten.

Elizabeth:  “Question… are you dating?  Do you have time for a date while you are home?  Want one?”

Me: “Sure… with who?”

Elizabeth:  “Well, my thought is Heather.  She is a theatre person.  Shocker.  Divorced a year ago.  Two boys about your guy’s age.  FUNNNNNNN!  And cute.

Me:  “Yeah, why not?”

So, then Heather received the following message.

Elizabeth:  “How would you like to go on a date?  I have a good friend who is a theatre person.  Used to work for me.  Now works for the Foreign Service.  And I heard you would simply like a fun date.  And JohnPaul would be that person.  He is in town between May 15 and June 10.  Are you interested?  He is.”

(For the record, I know exactly what was said because Heather had a book printed of all of our Facebook messenger conversations.  She gave it to me for our one year anniversary.  Paper.)

Heather:  “Oh my goodness.  I just got heart palpitations just at the mention of the d word.  Sure.  I’m game…”

Elizabeth:  “Yippeeeeeee!  I am going to message both of you and you can meet by email and set a date.  I know you will have a fun evening with JohnPaul.  Nelah, Vanita, and I love him!” 

(Nelah and Vanita are also colleagues of mine from when I worked for Cobb County.)

Heather:  “Well I love all of you so I trust you!  Haha.”

In the book Heather had printed, this all was documented in the ‘Prologue’… and the ‘Prologue’ ended with this final message from Elizabeth to both of us… in a newly created Facebook Conversation.

Elizabeth:  “JohnPaul meet Heather.  Heather meet JohnPaul.  You are two of my favorite people.  So I hope an evening out together (without me, lol) would be a fun meeting.  So JP… it is now in your court.  Have fun!  E.” 

So, the ball was in my court.  And I did the only thing that made sense… I created a NEW Facebook Conversation sans Elizabeth.

Me:  “Well, Elizabeth’s message today was certainly unexpected and out of the blue.  But it is nice to meet you.  I thought I would start a new thread out from under “moms” watchful eye.  Sooooo…. What’s your story?”

Heather:  “I was totally surprised as well!  But it’s nice to meet you too.  Love meeting new people, especially when they come so highly recommended!  Haha.  I know Elizabeth and Vanita and Nelah and all those awesome people through my work with Theatre Project and other shows I’ve done.  Love them!  That’s not really my story… but it’s a start… what about you?”

And so it began.  And over the next few weeks we shared our stories with each other via Facebook Messenger.

We shared stories about our kids.  At the time my were 7 and 3, while her kids were 5 and 3.   All boys.  All having birthdays within 19 days of each other. 

We talked about how I went form a theatre guy from Atlanta who had hardly stepped foot outside the United States to a globe-trotting diplomat that has lived in four foreign counties on four different continents (none of which located within North America).

We shared our war stories from our previous marriages and divorces.  Heather told me that after her divorce all she wanted to do was lock herself in her closet with a bottle of Makers Mark and a tub of cheese balls… a comment that I immediately found hilariously endearing.

We talked about theatre and how the folks at Cobb Cultural Affairs wouldn’t let Heather wallow and got her out of that closet… and kept her busy teaching classes at ‘The Mable House’, a multipurpose arts facility that I had been the coordinator of before leaving for the Foreign Service.  The before mentioned Vanita took over for me when I left.

They also got her heavily involved in ‘The Theatre Project’, which is a program I started while working for Cobb.  It is a children’s theatre company and I got it started with twenty-five kids and an attendance of a few hundred people at shows.  Heather had been one of the people Elizabeth and Vanita brought in to continue the program after I left.  And by the time we were introduced she had directed and/or choreographed nine Theatre Project productions.  Together, they had grown the program into a massive success with 80 kids and over a thousand people attending each show.  Listening to Heather’s passion warmed me… made me miss what I had left behind… and at the same time, I was incredibly impressed.  We spoke the same language.

Our conversation was easy and unfiltered… and continued sporadically over the course of May.  After three days of silence and finally receiving a message from Heather apologizing for her tardiness I responded with, “I spent my whole weekend wondering why you hadn’t written back!  Lol!  No… not really.”

Heather:  “Whatever, I know it’s the highlight of your day getting emails from your new pen pal.”

She wasn’t completely wrong.  But it’s not like there was much to do in Eritrea. 

On May 10th I boarded a plane destine for Washington, DC for a week a training classes.  By the time I landed, Heather had sent me her phone number.  I didn’t call and our messages became more sporadic.  I was busy with classes and overwhelmed by friends and family I had not seen in years; all the while being completely jetlagged.  And frankly, it’s not like anything was going to come of this date with Heather.  I certainly thought she was cute and I completely intended to take her out.  We had a ton in common, but I had absolutely no expectations that anything would come from it.  I lived in Africa and was only coming home for 3 weeks for God’s sake!  One date, a fun evening just like Elizabeth had said, and then move on with my life.  That is what I thought was going to happen.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.

We picked up our conversation when I arrived in Atlanta on May 18th and Heather was pretty insistent on nailing down a time to go out.  But she was busy.  She was involved in two theatre productions.  She had rehearsal for ‘Godspell’, which she was in as an actress; and auditions for ‘Legally Blonde’, which she was choreographing at ‘The Art Place’, another one of Cobb County’s arts facilities.

In the end, we decided to go out on May 20th, at 9pm, after she had finished with auditions for ‘Legally Blonde’ and that I would pick her up at ‘The Art Place’.  A location that I had a lot of history with… in fact, the program Heather was choreographing for was one I had performed with while in high school… and years later, I was hired to work there by, the before mentioned, Nelah.  But more about that later…


<To be continued…>

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Day 100: The Reboot

Welcome to SchutzHappens 2.0! 

Reboots seem to be in vogue these days.  In recent years we have seen reboots of Battlestar Galactia, Star Trek, James Bond, Planet of the Apes, Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan character, Superhero movies are constantly rebooted, and even Beethoven, the loveablely destructive St. Bernard has been given the reboot treatment.  Seriously.  Beethoven… Click Here.  

What is a reboot you ask?  Well, if you live in a cave and the above examples were not enough and you are confused by the image in your head of Dr. Zaius restarting his computer, let me tell you.  A ‘reboot’ is also defined as “something, especially a series of films or television programs, which has been restarted or revived.”

Some of you reading this post may be fully aware, but for those of you finding us for the first time, this is a reboot of my previous blog called, no surprise here, SchutzHappens.  I started that blog on my first day with the U.S. Department of State and, keeping a day count, I chronicled my misadventures in the Foreign Service, living in Serbia, Pakistan, Suriname, and Eritrea… as well as any other random thought I had in my head. 

And about two and a half years ago I walked away from it for personal reasons… which I discussed in my final post there.  Feel free to visit the original SchutzHappens anytime.  I intend to keep it live because it was a very big part of my life for well over four years.  And deleting it just does not seem right.  And continuing it does not seem right either.

You see… a lot has happened in the last two and a half years.  And even though I am still with the Foreign Service, I experienced a life changing event that warranted restarting the day count.

I got remarried!  To the most amazing woman… who is beyond perfect for me (as you will soon find out in the coming posts).  And our story deserves a new blog; with a new beginning.  And to be completely honest, I wasn’t really sure that I was ready to start blogging again.  Heather is the one who has encouraged this endeavor.  And she is even one who named this new project: SchutzHappens 2.0.  And as we count the days, you won’t just be hearing from me… you’ll be hearing from both of us.  Because this is not my blog.  SchutzHappens 2.0 is OUR blog.

And yes, we are getting a bit of a late start.  We are just starting and already on Day 100… but our story is timeless.

So, who is this amazing woman named Heather?  Let me tell you… it all started on May 1, 2013… when I received an instant message from a former boss, from a job I had left five years before this fateful day…

<To Be Continued>

Monday, October 13, 2014

Day 1: Just Married!!!!

This first entry is post dated to our Wedding Day.  We are actually on 'Day 100' already.  But regardless... Look out world!  The Schutzes are ready to roll!  Our story begins now and will roll out very soon.