Monday, August 18, 2003
the other morning, the statue of hume on high street was wearing a traffic cone on its head. when we walked through that evening, there was a man in a monk's robe and a starwars mask talking to someone dressed as a giant banana. when we passed them, we realized they were talking about shakespeare. of course.
birthday was it. we went out of town to a tiny village with white buildings and swans and had ice cream and also the best onion rings anywhere, anywhere. they were . . . like, vegetable doughnuts. and then we saw mike daisey's show, through the goodness of his heart. it was great. so was drinking wine in their beautiful temporary edinburgh apartment. ah, the life. good people.
a week left, and while we've all been okay, i'm suddenly feeling like i've been branded Unhappy Polly. so sue me. i don't mind not getting paid, and i've gotten past the general quality of the show, but notes after every performance . . . sticks in the craw. like i said, sue me.
one more week. i hope it'll be mostly good and later all of this will be good stories.
birthday was it. we went out of town to a tiny village with white buildings and swans and had ice cream and also the best onion rings anywhere, anywhere. they were . . . like, vegetable doughnuts. and then we saw mike daisey's show, through the goodness of his heart. it was great. so was drinking wine in their beautiful temporary edinburgh apartment. ah, the life. good people.
a week left, and while we've all been okay, i'm suddenly feeling like i've been branded Unhappy Polly. so sue me. i don't mind not getting paid, and i've gotten past the general quality of the show, but notes after every performance . . . sticks in the craw. like i said, sue me.
one more week. i hope it'll be mostly good and later all of this will be good stories.
