Well, I have a few days to catch you guys up on...and they were full of parties and general mayhem.
On Friday we went to see our producer's show, God, Inc. It was really really boring and bad and we almost died during the performance. Luckily I had bought a Kit Kat candy bar before the performance and it gave me a small bit of happiness during the show. In the dressing room before our show, I gave
the flea people a bottle of champagne and wrote a funny card to them (for their encouraging words the night before). We had a love fest and then took group pictures.
The show went much better and Tanyalee said that I looked really relaxed on stage. It was fun again! Afterwards we went to the Gilded Balloon's wine bar (our official hangout these days) and one of the male jerk comedians (who lives in the other house) tried to tag along. Probably because we now are
known by the major comics in the festival here and are invited to all the parties and have seats waiting for us at most bars. Of course, when we showed up at the Gilded Balloon, the comic manager guy (Ian) had saved seats for "The Americans" and ordered us drinks. John Ryan and Rudi Lickwood (two
headliner comics who are basically our best friends here) were there and introduced us to another major UK comic, Matt Blaze (who looks like a black male model) and the guy who owns/runs the largest comedy website in the UK. We had a lot of fun (as usual) and basically ignored the male comic guy who
was tagging along. It was good to see him trying to be nice to us when he realized that we've been spending our time socializing and hanging out with industry people instead of fighting (like he has). Heh heh.
We finally went home and stood around trying to catch a cab. Tanyalee and I ended up walking home. (When cab drivers see a handicapped person they don't like to stop because they have to get out of their cabs to let down the ramp for her scooter. A harsh reality for a person like Tanyalee.) So...we
walked home together (she scooted and I walked) through the deserted streets at 5:00 a.m. We met this young scottish boy named Michael who was going our way and who we struck up a conversation with. He walked most of the way with us and told us all about growing up in Edinburgh. He just finished training as a welder. He was really nice and funny and we actually enjoyed the 45 minute walk/scoot. I'm sure his friends didn't believe him when he told the story of meeting a midget on a scooter and her friend. He even sang some Red Hot Chili Peppers songs for us (his favorite band).
The next morning we had to get up early (by 1:00 p.m.) to go on an outing with Tanyalee's friend, Bob. He took us out of the city to a beautiful town called Dunkeld where we had lunch by the river Tay and toured an old cathedral. Afterwards we drove down the coast to St. Andrews (where there's a famous golf course and where Prince William is going to University). It was a really pretty university town with an excellent view of the North Sea (I saw some oil platforms too).
After we got back, we all dressed up for the show and went out. We had another hard time getting a cab and Tanyalee and I just made the show. Bob went with us. Right after her set, Tanyalee had to go to another comedy club to doing another show. I was up late in the show so I stayed and met Tanyalee at the other club "Tron" afterwards. I thought my set went well and that people laughed. I don't know why actually but all of the other comics complained that the audience was dead and that no one did well. I'm not quite sure if they were just being there normal bitter selves or whether I was living in some kind of dream state. I guess it doesn't really matter since I had a good time.
After my show, we went to Tron and picked up Tanyalee and said hi to some of the other comics. We then went to the Perrier Awards party -- which is the biggest party of the entire festival where they name the best comedy show and best newcomer show and those awards basically guarantee the careers of whoever receives them. It was strictly invitation only. We got in with no problem (thanks to our UK comic friends). The party was held in the Edinburgh Art College and it was really really cool. There was a live band in a big wood-floored area which huge laser lights everywhere and balloons, etc. When we got in we were given the obligatory bottles of Perrier (it was in plastic bottles though) and we were led onto the dance floor where we proceeded to dance our butts off. Tanyalee was jumping up and down on the
seat of her scooter and we were dancing all over the place. Sweat was dripping off my entire body (it was really gross). One of the UK comics had a free drink pass so we were supplied with free mixed drinks the whole night too. Heh heh. The band was great and they played a ton of great 80s dance
songs (i.e., Madness, the Kinks, etc.). There was this guy doing promotions for a game site who had a motorized football (soccer ball) that he let Tanyalee ride around the dance floor. She said that it was loads of fun. What was really funny was the amount of people who took her picture on that
football via their Nokia, etc. telephone cameras. I've never seen anyone really use that capability and never 15 people in a group. It was weird. Scottish people love their cell phones (which they call mobiles here) and they text message each other like crazy. I had to figure out how to do that. It is apparently much cheaper to text (10p) than to call. I might have to try that in the U.S.
After the Perrier party (which we had to tear ourselves away from), we went to the Guilded Balloon bar and mellowed out and drank some cokes while waiting for the rest of our friends. There was no room in the bar and the tables were all taken, so we parked ourselves on the floor near the juke box and started a trend. When the UK boys came, they joined us on the floor and we just had great laughs until they kicked us out of the bar at 5:00 a.m. We went home again with the sun rising.
This morning we all had to get up and clean the flat because the landlord was coming by to see about giving us back the security deposit. It was funny because Tanyalee was vacuuming, I was cleaning the kitchen, Dana was straightening up the living room and dining room and Chris was mowing the lawn. Such a scene of domesticity! Only Dana was hung over though. Once again, there was a miracle and Tanyalee and I didn't get hangovers. This place is dangerous because I don't seem to have to pay the consequences of drinking a lot (like I usually do). Those familiar with my antics will be surprised to learn that I haven't vomited once!!
Well, tonight is our last show and I need to get ready for that. Besides this internet cafe closes in a little while.
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