"When You Look Like Your Passport Photo, It's Time To Go Home."

(Title credit: the late, great Erma Bombeck.)

Worry not, written-word-o-phobes,  a London vlog is forthcoming.  But it'll be a hefty one, so I figured I'd post a teaser here first.

Buckingham Palace: the center of the royalty I love so much.

Shows: I didn't see them. 

The Tower of London: see the rainbow? Until someone tells me otherwise, I'm assuming it's Catherine Howard's ghost.  (Or Anne Boleyn's.  Or someone's.) 

The sights: I can't believe I actually saw everything I saw.  It's still unreal.

The Globe Theatre: I would happily work there someday.  Tour guide, performer, whatever.

The city in general: a mix of old and new. 

I cannot wait to tell you about it all. However, that's not happening right now, because I am spent, in the best possible way. 

I'm ready.

I'm packed.

I have my pounds.

I have my camera.

I have my plane ticket.

I have my passport.

I have my adrenaline.

Let's hit it.

(It, as in London, won't be hit 'til afternoon tomorrow.  It, as in Malmö and its airport, will be hit today.  Where we're sleeping tonight is yet to be determined.) 

LondonLondonLondon.

The grand adventure within an adventure starts in less than 24 hours. I have an anal retentive to-do list for tomorrow that begins with Wake up and increases in difficulty from there. Well, not difficulty. Proactivity. There we go.

Packing.  Packing should happen.  Considering I spent all of Swedish making a list of the clothes I was bringing, it shouldn't be too bad.  But that's what I thought about coming here, and we all know what happened with my shoes.

Off to see if my pizza's on fire.

Vlog Four: The Week, My Coat, and Stuff

It's Tuesday!

School?

My Swedish and Comparative Politics class starts tomorrow. It's about Sweden...and politics.

Dramatically Challenged

Warning: this is not really about Sweden.  Well...it kind of is.  Well...just read. 


Musical theatre is one of my favorite things in the whole world.  I stole the VHS of Cats from the library as an impressionable child and learned all the songs.  And all the dances.  (Believe me, there is nothing like a six-year-old shaking it to "Macavity: The Mystery Cat.")  As I grew up, I embraced a wide variety of other theatre, but I always came back to musicals.

But why do we, the readers of this non-theatre blog, care? you understandably ask.

Ladies and gentlemen, you care because I care.  And because I will eventually tie it to what I'm doing right now.

For the past two summers, I've been involved with the Aberdeen Community Theatre, a fantastic organization in Aberdeen, South Dakota, a town an hour and a half from where I live.  Two years ago, I played Mrs. Potiphar in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. 

Best dress ever. 

Pictured: Mrs. Potiphar as a commoner, Emily Davis as the Narrator, and Kyle Stugelmayer as choreography wizard, performer, and creator of  previously pictured  BEST DRESS EVER. 

That was the summer before my freshman year of college.  College happened, and before I knew it, summer was fast approaching.  I drove back from Missouri to audition for Chicago in April, and then started rehearsals in May, about a month after everyone else did...because I'm convenient. 

Jeffie's so amused that his only daughter is a twenties tramp with really dark eyebrows.   

Pictured: me (lookin' demented), my upside-down top (I don't even know), and Liz Lewno, a fabulous chickadee.

This summer, though, may be a problem.  The musical is most likely going to be in early June, which is the same time I return from my adventures overseas.  This overlap makes me sad, because I know I can't just audition with a video and waltz into a show with a week or less of rehearsal.  I mean, yes, I'm in Europe (for those of you that took a bathroom break in December and are just returning now), and it's phenomenal, but I'd love to be a part of whatever ACT is cooking up.  

...I suppose this is one of those things that will require me to be patient.  I don't know how to do that.

Vlog Three: I Love Everything

Has it really been a whole week already?  Well!  I've been busy with the whatnot described in this week's installment of What Catastrophe Will Befall My Hair Next?!?, but rest assured, a photo companion to this will follow shortly.  As will actual entries...with written words, not spoken ones. 

Also, happy Valentine's Day! It's nearly 3:00 in the morning here and I can't sleep, hence why this is up so darn early.