Hannah Plourde, one of the most entertaining of the old theater friends from my junior year of high school. Not only was she a talented actress, she was also a damn funny woman who always seemed to know how to have a good time. My favorite memory of Hannah is during the cast parties that followed the theater club production of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. It was at these parties where after years of being straight edge, I would say that I was officially corrupted by some of the wildest people I'd known up to that point in my life, Hannah being one of the most influential. Hannah was someone who helped me realize that it was alright to let loose, to get a little crazy, and have a good time. That's what I liked most about her: she always appeared to me as the kind of person who just loved living life and wasn't afraid to take chances or go out of her comfort zone to make a memory.
I've seen her once or twice since I graduated high school, and the times that I did see her she seemed to be enjoying life as always, which was comforting to me. Other than a little conversation about the wonders of the shit storm that is Nickelback, Hannah and I lost touch in recent years, but I'll always have the memories of her back in my stage days, and that's a pretty great consolation prize.
-Andrew
