When I was in community theater our theater group rehearsed on Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Thursday. After the Thursday night rehearsal we typically went out to a local bar and blew off steam after a long week of rehearsals. Once the show was finished we figured: "hey… this can't end— we want to still meet!" So, we vowed that we would meet every first Thursday of the month at the bar just so we could reminisce.
One of the cast members wrote up a post card as a reminder to the rest of the cast of the upcoming first Thursday get-together. Fortunately/unfortunately, the subject of the post card was "Thrus. Night Club" instead of the intended "Thurs. Night Club". Upon looking at the post card one cast member remarked to himself: "Hey, Thrus Night Club… sounds kinky— just add a 't' to it and you got Thrust Night Club". After a lot of laughs about the type-o we took on the name of Thrustre (because that is how you spell theatre by the way) and we have been the Thrustres ever since.
During a summer production a lot of us who were Thrustres were in a Sock-hop scene. The seamstress of the group decided that we all should have bowling shirts. And not just every-day ordinary ones either— they would be Hot Pink and Black!
Here I am sporting the Thrustre bowling shirt with our family dog Alexis. Note the hot pink collar on the dog (I think she liked being a Thrustre).
Here's another picture me on a trip up to Wisconsin telling the wooden captain a secret. Note the patch on the arm— (I was a Sergeant at Arms).
The bar in which we met so frequently closed down after the owner passed away. Then so many of us moved away or joined other companies that the tradition faded and now it seems only a memory.
So here's a toast to the Thrustres:
"No matter where you go…There you are"
"There's a hammock about fifty yards that way— I'm numb— and this night… is mine!"
"And here's to the lady in the see through dress… long may she wave— Huh Huh Huh Huh… Sheep-Dip!"