Monday, July 28, 2014

Monday morning I wake up tired

Hello lovely readers,
Sorry I've been absent. I haven't had wifi for the past two days so I couldn't reach you.
The performance Saturday went swimmingly. We worked hard and were very proud of what we achieved, but none the less we breathed a sigh of relief when it was all over. Yesterday, Sunday, we had a quite rigorous day considering it was our free day. We did all thouroughly Scottish things. In he morning we took a train to the small fishing town of Stonehaven. We hiked to the ruins of castle Dunnotar on a cliff overlooking the sea. It was a beauitful hike and an awe inspiring castle. Then we had some wonderful ice cream in the village and got back on the train home so we could get ready to go to a ceilidh[kay-lee]. A ceilidh is a Scottish dance, an event not a singular dance. Since the dance hall they usually had was under construction and most of the the youth theatre/dance/music groups showed up, we were packed quite snugly into a large domed tent. The crowding did make it a bit of a Scottish jig mosh pit, but nothing could detract from the pure joy of the dancing. I've never had so much fun at a dance in my life. I shared two of the single partner dances with my chaperones, which was good because they could teach me the steps. I danced with strangers and my group, and at the final dance, strip the willow, I danced with half the people in the tent as one by one partners moved down the rows, alternating linking arms with their partners and then who ever was next in line and swing them around. The band was wonderful and the violin seemed to get right down in to my blood. I twirled, waltzed, spun, jumped, and swung round till I was out of breath and still eager for more. The dances flew by and before I knew it it was almost midnight and we we stumbling out of the tent and back to our bus. At this point in the evening is was loudly lamenting not being Scottish, because I can tell you that any country that has a ceilidh as part of its traditions is a place I want to be.

We woke up this morning, tired and sore from hiking and dancing, and went to our first day of working on the script. We finally got to meet the play write and did several read throughs with her, discussing the changes and additions needed. It's a very interesting topic and what we have so far is very good, so I'm eager to see the new pages she's promised us. However, sitting down at a table reading for several hours after a week of days filled with movement meant we were sluggish and tired, especially after last night. Tomorrow will be more active as we start staging the scenes.

We came back and I spent the evening trying to get clean clothes from the finicky dormitory washer and dryer.
I'll include some photos from Sunday.

Until tomorrow hopefully.
Sincerely,

Drama Queen














The point of the photo is the castle in the distance not the couple

Dunnotar






Chelsea freaking out over how beauitful it is.



It rained intermittently while we were wandering around












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