End of Week One: A Review

So it's the end of Week One already. Tonight we do two shows, then tomorrow we have a blessed and much needed day off. I think I speak for everyone when I say the voices of our merry little band are ragged, the enthusiasm of the initial push has started to be replaced with a feeling of "we've got two more weeks of this?!?", and we're all a little put off by the switch from normal life to the waking up at 11 and going to bed at 4a.m. life. But all in all, I think we're making it through.

As for the show, the plays are tight, but audiences haven't come out as big and bad as we expected. We've gotten some good press--a great article in the Scotsman, several good reviews, and apparently (hopefully) a five-star review in the Scotsman, mother of all festival review papers, to look forward to in the next few days. So all signs are positive, and hopefully we'll pick up on crowds as the festival continues.

My lovely wife comes up tonight, which is exciting. The strain of the Fringe is a little hard on both of us, as it's a selfish and all-encompassing existence up here, so she gets to put up with either A) the pictures of the late night partying fun which she doesn't get to be a part of, or B)me calling and complaining about how much life, the Fringe, and our lack of crowds sucks. So, basically, she gets two kinds of bad. Not so much fun, I imagine.

But so far we're making it--a little rough and ragged, we all sound a little like Katherine Hepburn, with low, gravelly voices, and look a little like Tom Waits (especially Kitty), but we're surviving with enough money to get through the thing, so far, life is alright.