A proper entry

Last night's entry was a bit pathetic. Now I shall tell you more about what I've been up to.

The Edinburgh Fringe is nothing like the Minneapolis one. Most of Minneapolis probably doesn't even know it happens. In Edinburgh, you know. The Royal Mile is sectioned off and filled with banners and all over people perform bits of their shows, do juggling, or play the bagpipes. There are lots of Bagpipes.

The weirdest thing I've come up against is that after five months of seeing theatre by myself in London and traveling alone through Europe, for the first time, I've felt ashamed about flying solo. Monday was 2 for 1 day. At one theatre they insisted on giving me the second ticket, despite my solo status. One for me and one for Harvey I guess. (Brownie Points for anyone who gets the reference.) And the tone of voice in which they ask "just one ticket then?" makes me want to pull a stranger off the street and buy them a ticket too, just to avoid that slight look of pity in ticket seller's eyes. But honestly, if I had a friend crazy enough to come to Edinburgh and see 5 shows a day with me... don't you think they'd be here? I just happen to be the craziest one in the group.

But never mind, I just try not to let them guilt me when I'm doing nothing worse than supporting the arts.

Good news by the way. Last night I learned that I will be directing for the Xperimental theater again this Autumn. Very exciting, because if I don't get in a rehearsal room soon, I will run mad. Luckily, I will be in rehearsal by September 12th and that should be soon enough to sooth my manic mind.