Then The Heavens Opened

And the Gods spoke. It's been raining here every day. Usually around 3 or 4 and usually for an hour or so. This would not merit a blog entry Except: ITS THE DRY SEASON!!!! There is not supposed to be rain. And we rehearse 0utdoors. Our performance space is outdoors. We are at the mercy of the elements. The last two days it has rained so much we have stood under the eaves and done line-throughs while the heavens berated us. Then we walked back to the hostel in the rain. We look like drowned rats by the time we reach our rooms. We open in a week. We do not have an alternative performance space if it rains. We close on the Sunday after and Monday at 8am I am on a plane to a beach. Hope it doesn't rain. Then again, a week after that I am home on the beach.Not too shabby. My aplogies to those of you in cold and dreary winters right now. I do not envy you.