First weekend on the Fringe
Everything held together, Phone Whore premiered in Montreal and did great, the pissy weather held off until today, and now my head and feet are aching from too much walking and not enough sleep. I have some pictures on my computer, but I need to sort through them. Here on my homestay desk I have a heap of coins that still feel like play money. Receipts are stacking up; time to do some filing. And today I go and open my Canadian bank account. Woo-hoo! That’s show biz.
Meanwhile, on the phone-sex front things are going slow. I have been working round the clock for so long, and evenings are when most of my regulars call. Have called. Used to call. I’m plugging in and putting in that 5 hours a day, but those are daytime hours and really I’m just covering the lines. And when you throw the travel days on top of that, well, it’s just going to be slow and my boss isn’t very happy. Sigh. I really do need something better than rain outside right now.
I may be keeping my photo diary on facebook, so make sure you friend me over there!
Hope this finds you well!
My name is Clare, and I’m one of the two people you met who had (accidentally but happily) followed Phone Whore from Ottawa to Toronto. Uh, that sounded creepy. It was not meant to. At any rate, I just wanted to say again that Phone Whore was a fantastic production, and I wish you all the best! Hope to see another show of yours up here sometime soon so you can pocket some more of our fake-looking Canadian money…
Take care, eh!