My evening with Jay Aston.

by alex

We are looking at a week now until we head out. Which is really strange. I had these wild dreams last night that I was home, shopping for food with mom and I keeps on talking about Edinburgh and being all sad that I was not here and thinking of all of the things that I didn't do. I cant believe how many things are left that I want to see here that I just haven't had the chance. One of the first things that Tyler and I said when we got here was that we believed we could live here. But, the interesting thing is after a month of running around, shopping for food and last min. Props, and going to venues on every end of town... I feel like I live here. I will be sad to leave. Last night my dreams were so real that I kept on waking up and thinking that I was home in sandy, on my futon and looking around the room just to find that I was still here. I suppose that in those dreams I learned that I should be thankful and savor the time I have left. Not that profound, but considering how tired the cast and crew are and how many shows we have done at this point and all of the ups and downs and near disasters, and spent money... It is harder than it used to be to get out of the flat and enjoy the city. And I think that is another testament to how much this place feels like another home. I have said before that Oxford is nice, but it is a little pretentious, and posh... And segregated. Edinburgh is too in its own way. There is the 'capital' part of the city that is blocks and blocks from my flat now. It is industrial feeling and odd. There is also Princess street, that feels like a giant mall. But those are just areas. The heart of endinburgh, the ancient part of the city and the center of the festival is here, around us and our home and I feel welcome in it.

I think that one of the stressors is being packed in a flat full of people that I wouldn't necessarily chose to live with on my own. But it has been good. Tyler and I are now thankful for the skills learned in our dodgy little wpc dorms in our fresh and sophomore years. The people skills learned with roomates and halls full of people you had no say in your proximity to are VERY useful skills right now. I do some times frown on the members of our flat that I feel were never taught, or put in the situation to learn those skills, it shows. Ok, I am going to stop going on about all of this. Just know that along with Tyler and I's relief to leave some were that we have to calculate out how much our money is really worth, somewhere that we cant get out of the apartment with out a tag along, a place that we cant find a good cup of coffee, a place that it is sometimes hard to be american ... I could go on, but wont... lets just say that, lthough we have our frustrations... we are very sad to leave.

Enough, I have some photos.

Tyler insisted that we go to the woolen mill yesterday and we did, and it was well worth it. Here are some fashion victims that I couldn't help but snap a photo of.

this is the floor of the mill. It is really interesting, it is still fully functioning, and you can just wander around in it.

and this is yesterday, when our venue was on fire...


not really, but the hair salon next door seemed to be.

we were all very scared.

this is my new favorite place in Edinburgh. CHOCOLATE SOUP. They give you a whole damn bowl of chocolate milky / hot chocolate goodness.


and here are a few of the photos that I took on the creepy, but gimmick filled ghost tour. I have to admit I was incredibly scared and I got a lot of really good material to tell at slumber parties... But I think most of the creepiness came from the kind of night it was. This is are creepy guide slipping down the narrowest street in Edinburgh.

this is Tyler by the underbelly on the way to the graveyard.

scary Tyler!

and the church in the graveyard and one of the creepiest sky's I have seen in my whole life.... WHOLE LIFE. All of it.

We (bill, Liz, Aaron, Tyler, me) went and saw a show called "Night of a Thousand Jay Astons" it was... Something.
I thought maybe a photo of part of our venue would be interesting. This is the entrance to C main, the mothership for C Electric (where I am now), C Central (where our show is) and C too (the lame ginger step child). So this is the C.

aannnd, this is the cast of the show we saw. Reflections? None. Other than I thought it was a 5 star show and Tyler thought it was a 4.... Go figure.


love you all!

alex