Sunday, August 7




The very first morning I was here, I hiked up to the top of Arthur's Seat to see what I could see. Here is looking north over the city at the Firth of Fourth. I didn't want any anyone to miss this view.

Our show has been officially running now for two days. The dress rehearsal on thursday was horrible. I was rather grave when I came home that afternoon. On Friday though, it was as if it had never happend; the show went great. I think we have all been itching for an audience. Our venue it small--no more than fifty seats--but the last two days we have had about 15 or 20 for each show, which makes it feel really cosy. The crowd has been responding to it very well, and I have bumped into a few individuals around the festival who saw it and loved it. We had three reviewers on the first night and one yesterday. Only one has been published but they gave us five stars! While this excites me a great deal, I was very confident in the show, and am not entirely surprized. The cast is doing a great job, and James has put together a great piece...even though I disagree with some of the ways he chose to direct it. The only thing I am really concerned about right now is my voice. I started to get a cold a couple of days ago, and my voice is getting very tired. I am downing a bunch of fluids and tea and lemons and Vitimins and whatever else I can find, but I am concerned that it doesn't get any worse or turn into pnumonia again. There is no fluid in my lungs, but I am more susceptable to have it swing that way having had it once. I don't go anywhere without my scarf and I've got a water bottle beside me right now.

I really love this place. I could see myself living here some day. I like it better than Oxford. I got in contact with Racheal Dunsmore and she is going to come to the show. I stopped by Gregory Tailor Kiltmaker and found my tarten. I ordered some fabric swatches as I have the choice between the Ancient, Modern, and the Muted colors. I am leaning toward the muted, but we shall see. It is going to cost 499 pounds to order the thing: quite the investment, but this is something that's really important to me. I will take some pictures of the tarten when I get them.

Cheers,
Tyler

2 Comments:

At August 07, 2005 4:52 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Kids,

Wonderful! I am glad you are feeling confident in the performance. I have been watching the reviews, and yes, no reviews yet. I have been conducting pretty complete searches, so I will tell you if there are some more obscure ones from peripheral sites.

Maybe Alex could look at her tartan as well, her name from Wayne's side is Morrison. There is another Scottish name from my side of which no one who moved West will confess. So far all my research has come up with is "Smith" and "Jones." I guess that tells us aaalll we're gonna get to know...

Keep in mind Tyler, throat problems can be from the tummy. Remember Dough Momet's advice not to eat just before bed, and stay away from highly acidic stuff before you lay down at all or when you are feeling intense or anxious. Yep, that means no beer late at night after a performance. Yep, I know.

Love, Dough Momet'

 
At August 08, 2005 2:11 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

my catchall solution to sore throats has been the lemon ginger honey toddy things from pied cow. it's pretty much just what it says it is... hot water, lemon juice, honey and ginger...
good stuff...

 

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