First of all, once again Germany gets an up on the competition. We just found out that McDonald’s breakfast is in effect here. hWhat?! Say no more. I’m there. Even though it was Saturday, and a bonafide ly-in day, I got up at 9am just to drive 17km to the nearest McD’s. Sad, I know. But it was necessary. And they actually had McGriddles! Again, I say, HWHAT?! Hello Cloud 9, thanks for having me again. I was a fat kid in a candy store. Strange thing though, no hashbrowns, but they still served fries…hmmm. Whatever, I’ll roll wit it. So, after partaking in our gloriously fat breakfast, something totally unexpected happened. Just as we were about to leave, an employee (a girl who had been glancing over at us ever since we sat down) came over from wiping the tables and shyly said hello. Then, red in the face and giggly, she asked us if we were with White Horse Theater and said that she saw one of our shows last week, and talked about how much she enjoyed it. 3 weeks in, and we’re already getting recognized. It won’t be long before we’re beating them off with a stick and driving off with a rabble of screaming girls behind us, weeping and running after the van….can’t wait! 
No Pictures, No Autographs
Rot’ing Away
Okay, I get it. Germany has beautiful countryside. We’ve just changed accommodation locations again, and now we’re in a place called Rot a.d. Rot. And where is it? In farmville…surprise, surprise. No internet, and the nearest proper supermarket is 16km away. You’re havin’ a laugh. Well, let’s get ready for plenty of movie watching and doing absolutely nothing. The highlight of my day is Vic asking me, “what is it when you patch your weave?” (after watching Beyonce’s “Get Me Bodied” video) “PAT, Victoria, pat your weave.” Then a 10 minute explanation on weaves, sewn-ins, extensions and quick weaves, and the “black girl pat” commenced. That’s one thing our group does do, is swap stories and cultural knowledge. We also try to go shopping, but there’s only so much we can do with the minimal options that we have. So, consequently, most of my money is spent on food. Geez, if this continues, I’m gonna be fat, broke, and depressed. My camera hasn’t seen the outside world since the fairy tale castle. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, because I know just being here is a huge blessing. And when it comes to shows and performing, I’m having a blast. It’s just the after work stuff that’s a bust. But this is just a grace period. Things are going to get better, right…right?
Happy Bday Spud, Pt. 2: Surprise!
So, today was the day and we had a load of potato pranks for Steve. I made the BK crown into a Birthday crown that he had to wear every moment we weren’t onstage. We worked potatoes in, where we could, all day. He found them in his pockets, in his costume, in his shoes, said in lines, presented to him on stage. It was HILARIOUS! His reactions were priceless. We also had all of our audiences sing Happy Birthday to a bright red Steve. So embarrassed, but we know he loved it. After a visit over the contact’s house, we headed home for our spud filled dinner and bash. At our accommodation Steve had a separate room. So, while he was in there we decked the place out with toilet paper streamers, painted potatoes, potato likenesses of ourselves
and world leaders. (in one of our shows we have cutouts of Obama, the Queen, and presidents of Germany and France. So, for more guests, we brought the cutout in and made birthday hats and noisemakers for them. Hey, this was a pretty V.I.P party) Andaiye brought the birthday boy down and we greeted him with a big “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” After taking a gander, and greeting our esteemed guests, he had to go on our potato hunt. We hid a bunch of potatoes, and each potato had a clue on it. The clue pointed to a specific place, where there would be a gift, and another potato pointing to the next. It was BRILLIANT and he loved it. He was actually quite good at solving the riddles by the end of it. We got him a hat, scarf, Peanut M&M’s, silky boxers with flames and silhouettes of sexy ladies on them, and a super soft comfortable housecoat (to replace the one he brought with him, but gave to Nichole). He looked like a little kid as he gleamed and put everything on at the same time.
But wait, there’s more. We then had a birthday dinner prepared for him filled with potato dishes…and it was good. So, needless to say, by the end we were potato’d out! It was definitely worth it though. He didn’t expect ANYTHING for his birthday, and thought it was going to be pretty lame, but was pleasantly surprised that it was a special day. We were so happy he enjoyed his bday. But now we’re kinda worried. All of our birthdays fall during the tour, and the bar has been set…and it is set pretty high.
