So I KNOW I am lagging desperately behind on my blog. I apologise. It's been a crazy week, but I have finally opened my show in Montreal.
To quickly recap, last days in New York included - catching up briefly with my old old schoolmate Vallejo for brunch in the village, seeing Mike Amato do his schtick at a Slipper Room burlesque show (I have to admit, I was surprised he wasn't wearing a dress), hanging with Joey Gay in the west village, meeting new comedy friends through the divinely talented Ann Carr after her show, Seeing Ann Carr's show at UCB, watching Victor and others compete in a comedy Rap comp at UCB (and deciding that being thrown into something like that would throw me into a complete early heart attack), deciding who was the liar in a Liar storytelling show (with new friend Caroline) and getting it COMPLETELY wrong but adoring the experience nevertheless, building a puppet peep box with Ceili, destroying my left knee after power walking all over manhattan in a single day, watching my film screen in Tribeca (no, not THE Tribeca Film Fest, but the Iron Mule Comedy Film Fest), hijacking Matt Brooks for an entire evening after he returned from Germany for a night of laughter and catch ups, eating Indian with Mikey Shupbach, seeing an inspiring solo show at Vallejo's PS 122 - Marie Brassard (awesome), deciding that a return to the city was imperative to everyone's general sense of wellbeing, oh yeah, and I almost forgot, wasting an ENTIRE DAY getting from New York to Montreal, all thanks to the entirely unhelpful staff at American Airlines. I was due to be on a flight at 12.20pm. Cancelled. Then waited for the 2.50pm flight. Also cancelled. Thing is, they never announced the cancellation even though we were already put through, including all our luggage! Finally realising there was another cancellation we were told at the desk that we could be booked on a flight form La Guardia, to which we had to make our own way. We were then told we had to wait for our bags on a carousel. 45 minutes later, even after 4 attempts at contact through baggage services, we discover that our bags had been in another room the entire time. Luckily I met a gorgeous French Canadian man, Martin, who I then shared the flight experience with. He paid for the taxi to the airport (I had spent all my US$$!!) and we made it through security and all that airport stuff all over again, but at La Guardia. So ridiculous, really. Finally, after the 3rd flight being delayed, we board the plane, to discover we would sit on the tarmac for another 2 hours as we were now number 72 in the take off queue!!! OMG!!! It was at that point that I started to invite the entire plane to come and see my show in Montreal. I also got invited to two Shabbos dinners in that time. Lord. At least we all bonded. So, I left Matty's apartment at 8am and didn't arrive at my billet's place in Montreal until 11pm that night. You know, the train takes 7 hours, midtown to midtown. But even though everyone was REALLY ANGRY, they were the nicest bunch of people ever. Ahh... Canadians. So happy to be here.
Just a wee catchup for now, more later.
MWA!!!
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Ah yes Canadians are the nicest people. How is your knee? Hope the gigs are going well. As you can see by my obscure sign name, even I don't know who I am. Last I was aware I was your auntie V....hmmm but here I seem to be bfqw_RYoosz0tP01ZTjaGs9lz3aL....wow where did that come from, I don't even know how to pronounce it. Oh well somehow I was able to sign in. tyson is doing brilliantly, me and my shadow. he is helping me through a really tough time here in yarraville and at work.... no yoghurt disasters since last time...he loves dog club and is a great assistant when I have been giving instruction...tyson the demo dog. he even left a nicely cooked piece of steak on the ground when I asked him to...believe it or not....I let him have it straight after he left it alone. Oh he says hello mum, with lots of wiggly bits and a stretch.
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