So, we’re on our way to our next accommodation. The last one, our first, was in the middle of nowhere and farmlands. Yes, it was peaceful (a little too peaceful) and yes, it was quiet (a little too quiet) but entertainment consisted of boring German television and watching the ponies next door. Looking forward to this new place, perhaps…we’ll…be…oh great, another farm. And this time, a proper farm complete with a mini animal farm and the smell of shite. Mmmm…lovely. Beautiful landscape, but farm none-the-less. And you may think the idea of a rooster is a cute idea. I mean, it all seems quite cute and novel in a book and on TV, but in real life, that cock-a-doodle-doodlin’ gets on my cock-a-doodlin’ nerves. Especially when it wakes you up 5 minutes earlier than your alarm. Written, it doesn’t sound like much, but you know how angry you get when you wake up 5 minutes earlier than your alarm. In sleep time, 5 minutes is about an hour. So, that rooster betta watch out. Sooner or later, we may be having a rooster dinner. But the angels started to sing as I was looking through the welcome info for the place and it provided an wifi internet password. HAllelujah, HALLelelujah, hallelujah-hallelujah-halLElujah! I haven’t had ample internet time since I got here. So much to do, emails to write, blogs to update, shows to catch up on. Let the downloading, surfing, and ignoring each other commence.
It Begins
Last night was Halloween. Where was I? Stuck in the middle of countryside and farmlands. And although, it sounds like a perfect setting for Halloween shenanigans, it wasn’t. No haunted hay rides, creepy cornfields, just scary for real forest. And although I would have to gone out and at least played Ghost in the Graveyard of SOMETHING, I’ve seen way too many horror movies for that crap. Some random wood German is not about to catch me slippin’. Instead our group watched a scary movie, Exorcism of Emily Rose. And it was cool, but it wasn’t Halloween. My last couple Halloweens have been kind of lame, but never like this. This is the first holiday, of many, that I’ll be missing this year, Christmas being the worst of all. I just wanted to go to a haunted house with the besties, Dela or Spiryt, and laugh at them as they screamed in terror, or me runnin like a biyotch from Samara from The Ring. (sigh)…good times, good times. I can see now this it’s gonna be rough, with every holiday that rolls around. The next one coming is Thanksgiving. Me and Andaiye are gonna have to join forces and create some spread that makes us missing out on home feasts a little more bearable. Help.
Never Can Say Goodbye
You would think that I was used to Goodbyes by now. Nope. They’re still just as painful. The time has come for the groups to go our separate ways and set out on our separate tours. The worst part is that we’re the first one’s to go. And as a matter of face, for now, we’re the only one’s going. The other 2 groups stay here for another week. That sucks. It was bad enough that we’d been dreading it all weekend, but now it’s finally come. On Saturday we had the last supper. All the groups, techs, directors, staff, EVERYONE came together for one big shebang of a goodbye meal. The food was GOOOOOOD! All a delicious cover for the sadness that was about to smack us in the face. Peter gave some thank you and congratulatory words. After the dinner we all went out for one last dance party all together. The first wave of tours were here as well (another pretty righteous group of people) and they helped us party. It was a damn good night of singing loudly and dancing like crazy, that ended in ME driving a car of drunkards home at 4am, yup, still in the manual (needless to say, that was an eventful trip). So, the sadness of the day began right at the beginning. As usual, we were the first to leave home to make our way to base. But as we were coming up the driveway, Amy and Nichole sat themselves on the pavement in protest of us leaving, with the most adorable sad faces on. That is until we got a bit closer and Amy’s turned into a “bracing herself for the hit” face. Then they got up and threw themselves on the van, screaming “NO! You can’t go!”, followed by other members of the groups. And then the tears started to come. Already. We were like, “No, we can’t do this. We’ll see you in 10mins at the space. Stop. Go. Go.” We made a quick escape without tears falling, but it was close.
After our 3 hour pre-tour company meeting, the time had finally come for us to officially say our goodbyes. As we looked around at all the faces of the people we have grown to love over the past 4 weeks, we couldn’t believe we had to say goodbye. We know it’s only 3 months, but we really have gotten really close, and 3 months is a long time when you have just spent every single day with someone. Every goodbye hug was complete with tears and mutterings of inside jokes, movie quotes, special moments and goodbyes. I just got my Amy back, and now I had to say goodbye all over again. My heart was hurting. They really did it when they said one of the saddest quotes from the main movie we bonded over. From A League of Their Own, when the sisters left each other to lead their separate lives, “Lay off those high ones”…”I like the high ones”…”Mule”…”Neigh”…and then I broke. As we reversed out of the driveway, we saw all the sad faces, wet with tears, looking at us and waving goodbye. Goodbye…love you all.
