I dangle a carrotte

I know, I KNOW! Here I am in Montreal, and all this crazy fun stuff is happening, and I haven't said a damned word about it. I plan to, I honestly do, but we've been busy little beavers. Lot's of intrigue surrounding our technical rehearsal yesterday, and having it out with the Fringe bigwigs over their lack of professionalism....oh, God, and Dave Shumka is the reason my laughing muscles are so sore.

I know I said this about Toronto when I was there last year, but I want to live here. People look you right in the eyes here, and no one thinks I'm crazy for talking to strangers. Last night walking home a very handsome frenchman told me I was "tres jolie". Hurray Montreal!

More soon, I promise.

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