Cindy and David DiSavino were married in 1984 and formed a company the same year. They have been together every single solitary day since, and are still alive to talk about it.
Cindy’s was overheard saying “I’m only keeping him around because he has math skills and can correct my spelling.” Dave was once quoted as pleading “She’s okay, but she’s always here… Just once, I ‘d like a vacation by myself!”
Here’s what they have to say:
It would be hard to imagine a better life than ours. We get to go to the theatre every day of our lives, and get to perform as often as we want. At the end of the day, if we’ve done our job, hundreds of people walk away feeling better than when they came in. And the laughter; the beautiful sound of laughter…
For me, the best part is that I get to do all this with Cindy, who is the love of my life unless Jamie Lee Curtis becomes suddenly available. Seriously, she (Cindy) is never out of my thoughts. She is hardly ever out of my eyesight.
Working with your wife is a great and broadening experience. For instance, because she never stops talking, I have practiced the Oriental arts of finding peace deep within myself. She says I’m just not listening to her, but really I’m working on inner peace.
For anyone wanting to follow in our footsteps, anyone entering into a marriage where living and working are hopelessly intertwined and you are together 24 hours a day, I would advise you to follow our lead in one other area: separate cars. I’m not kidding. We drive in to work in separate cars. I know it’s not ecologically sound and may be environmentally irresponsible, but I don’t care. That 22 minutes alone on the way in and out of work is the thread by which hangs my sanity. If we drove together, we would be together ALL THE TIME, ALL DAY LONG!! I’d have to hide in the bathroom and lock the door just to hear myself think!
Oh, are you still there? Anyway, all things considered it would be hard to imagine a better life.
David’s hobbies are sailing, mucking about with his Apple computers, and driving alone.
When I met David, he followed me around like a puppy, I thought it was sweet so I married him. I haven’t regretted one minute of it. Well, maybe a couple of minutes here and there. New York was a hard place to be married, it was so expensive – and being an actor wasn’t the easiest way to make money. I had a lot of day jobs: my favorite was cooking for a group of nuns. About a month after I started, they met David. They began to insist I take home left-overs to him. Without those good sisters we might have starved! Added benefit: they’d pray for us every time we went to an audition.
The marriage and forming Rainbow’s Comedy Playhouse went hand-in-hand. Seemed like a great idea. Of course no marriage of business is a bed of roses… we have worked, loved, and fought very hard. I remember trying to break dishes over each other’s heads while rolling around on stage, screaming at each other while actors cowered in the dressing room. (No, it wasn’t rehearsal for a Noel Coward play.) Some of those wonderful actors are still with us today, so I guess we weren’t that bad. (Please don’t ask them.)
Our best production was the birth of our daughter in 1986. Remembering that moment can still make me cry, and not because of the eighteen hours of labor. Katy is the best!
I love old houses (ours is 140 years old), flowers, decorating any abode, and being able to turn a cartwheel. As pathetic as it may be, I’d like to learn to yodel… oh well, there’s time.
My Life feels like a million plays ever-changing, ever the same, all being played out day after day. I’m glad my leading man hasn’t changed, and I’m glad the productions all are comedies with nice endings. I am certain that’s how it will go on.