Thursday, July 31, 2003
good lord.
i wrote at the copenhagen airport, but my time ran out before i could post it. coming soon.
right now, the body hurts. could be because we're sleeping on the floor in a bay window on something that is, i think, called a 'smutch.' which is a cool word and all, but it's a cool word for sleeping on the *floor.*
making do in someone else's home--and all cultural differences properly respected, the house is just godawful dirty, just . . . oh, dirtydirtydirty--sometimese feels so isolating . . . so it's a godsend to have the monkey along. and today on my tired legs, when we got lost and i fixed it with coffee and croissants, i thought like i always do about how this partnered life is kicking the ass of the one i used to have. not that it wasn't fun to be alone, but. oh, this.
anyhow. tech was a mess. turns out the show will be accompanied not by the jazzy combo that powered the play's first production, nor the grand piano we rehearsed with at home. no, it's somewhat euphemistically called an 'electronic piano.' read, 'casio keyboard.' i feel like i'm lipsynching at a junior high talent show.
that is, a junior high talent show in edinburgh. and the cast could not be more fun. i think one is coming over to the dark side comprised of me and the monkey--you know, the ones who think the show is stinky? i can tell because she started mumbling about mutiny (and i thought she said 'booty,' not 'mutiny,' and now 'BOOTY!' is the war-cry of the disaffected).
so, i'm in scotland. neener, world.
i wrote at the copenhagen airport, but my time ran out before i could post it. coming soon.
right now, the body hurts. could be because we're sleeping on the floor in a bay window on something that is, i think, called a 'smutch.' which is a cool word and all, but it's a cool word for sleeping on the *floor.*
making do in someone else's home--and all cultural differences properly respected, the house is just godawful dirty, just . . . oh, dirtydirtydirty--sometimese feels so isolating . . . so it's a godsend to have the monkey along. and today on my tired legs, when we got lost and i fixed it with coffee and croissants, i thought like i always do about how this partnered life is kicking the ass of the one i used to have. not that it wasn't fun to be alone, but. oh, this.
anyhow. tech was a mess. turns out the show will be accompanied not by the jazzy combo that powered the play's first production, nor the grand piano we rehearsed with at home. no, it's somewhat euphemistically called an 'electronic piano.' read, 'casio keyboard.' i feel like i'm lipsynching at a junior high talent show.
that is, a junior high talent show in edinburgh. and the cast could not be more fun. i think one is coming over to the dark side comprised of me and the monkey--you know, the ones who think the show is stinky? i can tell because she started mumbling about mutiny (and i thought she said 'booty,' not 'mutiny,' and now 'BOOTY!' is the war-cry of the disaffected).
so, i'm in scotland. neener, world.
