It's three days 'til the premiere and I'm getting packed. Not that I'm leaving tomorrow, no, I leave in three days. I just like to know that I have enough chic clothes to last me when I still have time to do something about it if the answer is no.
Time. Whenever we have rehearsals I always wish we had more of it. Each day reveals another layer to this text, one could sink one's teeth into it endlessly and it would still be juicy. But one cannot rehearse endlessly, and with this play there's nothing left to do but to try it with an audience again, see if the edits and alterations we have done since our residency at Tjarnarbio Theatre in Reykjavik are working. It's exciting. It's nerve wrecking.
A lot of last minute pressing of the press to cover the event is happening. Emily is making props. We are both tweeting like crazy. I made this website today. But like a packed suitcase I still don't know how the journey will go.
We still don't have a gun or an office chair in Prague. Those won't fit in the suitcase or be allowed through security. But we have mean name tags. That'll do for now.