Ottawa Fringe 2009 - Fringe Eve
Here I am, all dressed up and ready to go. Where am I going? The opening ceremonies of Ottawa Fringe. I laughed when as I caught a glimpse of my outfit in the mirror. (By "caught a glimpse", I mean stared at myself intently for several minutes). I'm looking awfully cutesy: white, cotton "Oreo" t-shit, flouncy white mini-skirt and heels. If there was a tennis-themed night club, I'd fit in perfectly.
My inner fashion critic questions whether this outfit - the skirt in particular - is a tad youthful for a woman of 33. Maybe. But it's light, bouncy and playful; all adjectives I'd use to describe my mood on this Eve of Fringe.
I cannot adequately express how wonderful the rehearsal for Oreo has been. As stated previously, I love our director, I love our cast and I love seeing something that started as a WordPad file on my hard drive, evolve into the kind of full-fledged show, beyond anything I could do on my own.
If we are well-received, it is only because I've lucked upon some damn funny, talented, smart people to work with. Early in the play, my character Kaye gives a brief list of things she is good at. The list mirrors my own short collection of talents. Kaye does not mention a knack for picking good people, something I have in spades. It may not be a "talent" as much as phenomenally good luck, but yeah...I've been privileged in friendship. And yes, I definitely include my current compatriots of the stage in my family of friends.
My inner fashion critic questions whether this outfit - the skirt in particular - is a tad youthful for a woman of 33. Maybe. But it's light, bouncy and playful; all adjectives I'd use to describe my mood on this Eve of Fringe.
I cannot adequately express how wonderful the rehearsal for Oreo has been. As stated previously, I love our director, I love our cast and I love seeing something that started as a WordPad file on my hard drive, evolve into the kind of full-fledged show, beyond anything I could do on my own.
If we are well-received, it is only because I've lucked upon some damn funny, talented, smart people to work with. Early in the play, my character Kaye gives a brief list of things she is good at. The list mirrors my own short collection of talents. Kaye does not mention a knack for picking good people, something I have in spades. It may not be a "talent" as much as phenomenally good luck, but yeah...I've been privileged in friendship. And yes, I definitely include my current compatriots of the stage in my family of friends.