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Y'know, the great thing about travelling with one's parents is that you don't have to pay for your own food. The not-so-great thing about travelling with one's parents is that they want to spend a lot of time together -which means that it's taken me 5 days to get a chance to sit down by myself and write up everything. Some trip I shall sit quietly by the river, watching the swans and knitting while listening to the iPod. But not this trip. Not even now that my parents are off daytripping, as the early rain has made every seat soaking wet.
So. Greetings from not-so-sunny Stratford Ont. Where I am blessing every penny I spent on this computer and every early morning at Toledo blipverting through my mail and LJ, as the communications center where I connected the last two years is never open when I drop by and the library is 1) far away, 2) limits time and 3) doesn't allow downloads (which I've been doing daily.) It's sucked to try to compress 4+ hours of daily surfing down to 90 pre-breakfast minutes, but not a bit as much as it would have sucked to be knocked offline for a week entirely!
So. The Festival. I've seen six plays, with two more scheduled today. (Those will have to be written up when I return on Sunday.)
( The Liar )
( Coriolanus )
( Don Juan )
( Oliver! )
( London Assurance )
( Much Ado About Nothing )
I'm a bad fangirl, as I am seeing nothing with Scott in it. Since I'd pay good money not to have to see Duchess of Malfi, it's Henry IV that I’m rather regretting, particularly since it also has Barry MacGregor and Brian Tree… but, as I keep reminding myself, regretting the play that got away is also part of the annual Stratford vacation.
I've also taste-tested between Rheo Tompsons and Chocolate Barrs (I say it's a tie, my mother votes for Rheo.) And the Aspidistra still has the VERY best breakfasts in town - stuffed croissants, mushroom/zucchini fritatta, melon soup, blueberry muffins, hot scones… enough food to keep you going through the matinee and one of the lower B&B prices in town. Plus Oil of Olay, who are one of the sponsors this year, keeps giving us little samplers of some lotion or other - I'll have to describe it at Christmas, since I'll have to send it back with my parents. Because I might try to blow up the plane home with a .02 oz freebie tube of fancy skin cream, don'tchaknow. (Honestly, this whole thing is just so pathetic. And I'm worried that they're going to try to confiscate my chocolates. Because God knows, bon-bons might go boom-boom just cos they have cream centers or something.)
Truly, there is not enough eyeroll sometimes.
( Loreena McKennitt download )
Question for other folks who've been to Strat this year. That advertisement for the Stratford Summer Music series - does anybody else get a rather slashy "Ledo and the Swan" impression from that artwork?
And now it is cold and rainy and my parents have returned early, so I'm off to send this out and head to the next play. Oddly, I do not seem to have a theater icon anymore. Must fix that.
Also utterly OT - the obligatory Dr. Who comment for the 2/3 of my f-list who only friended me 'cause of that: an excellent Ten/Sarah Jane NC-17 fic Very well done, very hot, very in character.
So. Greetings from not-so-sunny Stratford Ont. Where I am blessing every penny I spent on this computer and every early morning at Toledo blipverting through my mail and LJ, as the communications center where I connected the last two years is never open when I drop by and the library is 1) far away, 2) limits time and 3) doesn't allow downloads (which I've been doing daily.) It's sucked to try to compress 4+ hours of daily surfing down to 90 pre-breakfast minutes, but not a bit as much as it would have sucked to be knocked offline for a week entirely!
So. The Festival. I've seen six plays, with two more scheduled today. (Those will have to be written up when I return on Sunday.)
( The Liar )
( Coriolanus )
( Don Juan )
( Oliver! )
( London Assurance )
( Much Ado About Nothing )
I'm a bad fangirl, as I am seeing nothing with Scott in it. Since I'd pay good money not to have to see Duchess of Malfi, it's Henry IV that I’m rather regretting, particularly since it also has Barry MacGregor and Brian Tree… but, as I keep reminding myself, regretting the play that got away is also part of the annual Stratford vacation.
I've also taste-tested between Rheo Tompsons and Chocolate Barrs (I say it's a tie, my mother votes for Rheo.) And the Aspidistra still has the VERY best breakfasts in town - stuffed croissants, mushroom/zucchini fritatta, melon soup, blueberry muffins, hot scones… enough food to keep you going through the matinee and one of the lower B&B prices in town. Plus Oil of Olay, who are one of the sponsors this year, keeps giving us little samplers of some lotion or other - I'll have to describe it at Christmas, since I'll have to send it back with my parents. Because I might try to blow up the plane home with a .02 oz freebie tube of fancy skin cream, don'tchaknow. (Honestly, this whole thing is just so pathetic. And I'm worried that they're going to try to confiscate my chocolates. Because God knows, bon-bons might go boom-boom just cos they have cream centers or something.)
Truly, there is not enough eyeroll sometimes.
( Loreena McKennitt download )
Question for other folks who've been to Strat this year. That advertisement for the Stratford Summer Music series - does anybody else get a rather slashy "Ledo and the Swan" impression from that artwork?
And now it is cold and rainy and my parents have returned early, so I'm off to send this out and head to the next play. Oddly, I do not seem to have a theater icon anymore. Must fix that.
Also utterly OT - the obligatory Dr. Who comment for the 2/3 of my f-list who only friended me 'cause of that: an excellent Ten/Sarah Jane NC-17 fic Very well done, very hot, very in character.
