Morning bloggies!
We had an absolute ball yesterday - mostly because of Llody. He woke himself up by making a loud, sexual noise in his sleep - God only knows what he was dreaming out. Maybe the hot man he met in the toilets, who knows. We went to Fringe Central, which is fucking MILES across Edinburgh, and sorted out all the press and marketing shizzle, before having our dinner and being general layabouts for about two hours, after our late night previous.
We also bought tickets for Showstoppers - the improvised musical - for Tuesday, so I'll let you know how that goes.
Anyway then we went to our venue to sort out some bits and bobs for opening night, and hilarity ensued. This is where I feel I must explain to you about Llody.
Llody firmly believes that he is in the cast of Chicago, and decided that he would perform a little dance number in the middle of the box office, which included the lines, "we go, into the starjumps, then Llody goes, into the studio..." And so on. This provoked much staring and annoyance from other audience members which made us laugh even more!
High and giddy from Llody's entertainment, we decided to use our C Venues passes (which get us free into C Venues shows) to go and see The Young Dads - a comedy musical duo. Ugly Ginger and I had met a cast member yestrday - a man from Boston called Micah, who, in my personal opinion, had an extremely gorgeous accent and face on him. So off we trotted, and we enjoyed them very much. So much, that we bought their CD and are going out for drinks with them next week.
Note to bloggies: their show is right before ours at 7.20pm in the same venue, so go see them and bask in their gorgeousness.
All of the team then returned to the caravan, where Llody just rambled on again with his beautiful tales of his musical life - comparing himself to Jessica Rabbit, as he pokes his leg out of his sleeping bag as she does with her dress - and a marathon length of giggling fits presented itself, rendering us useless for a good 45 minutes.
It was then time to give Chris and his lady friend - Mrs Chris - a lift home. As I am still angry from the event - and it is nearly time to alight the bus - I shall make this brief.
We got lost.
For two hours.
I cried. Lots.
I then booted them out the car and demanded they get a taxi before I killed them.
And then I went to sleep.
So here we are, on Day Four and opening night!
Stay tuned to see how it goes for Honeybus Productions, and a continued thanks for all your support and kind messages!
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Love you
Toodles xx
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