Vinyards, Oceans and Stand-up, Oh My.
Hello Dear Blog Readers,
So it has almost been a week that I have been here in Adelaide. And oh, have I seen some wonders! South Australia is so so beautiful, even though it has been a little cold. Today is only 22. Oh, le sigh. (imagine now, my shit-eating grin)
In the seven days that I have been here I have performed in eight shows, watched nine shows, gasped at the beautiful ocean at Glenelg Beach, supped wine at many at the vinyards of South Australia, had fish and chips by the Star of Greece (an old ship wreck), learned how to bike on the left side of the road, and eaten a ridiculous amount of olives. NUM NUM NUM.
The food and wine here is amazing, though yes, as I had been warned, it is intimidatingly over priced for this lowly artist pauper from Montreal. How much for two eggs and a slice of toast… what?
Definitely the highlight of the trip so far was the winery tour. My friend Eric asked if I wanted to hop along on the tour he was taking with an old friend of his. And wow, so glad I did. The first place we went was absolutely breath taking! It was called Samuels Gorge, and Eric’s friend Naomi warned us they did “healthy” sized pours for tasting. (SO try to not to get too trashed, you lightweight- that’s me talking to me) As I nodded ignorantly at the descriptions of tannins and undertones, I found myself drifting away looking at the absolutely gorgeous backdrop of and old stone wall, and then a valley of vineyards, with the big blue sky above it. I was feeling pretty loose after that second “taster”. And couldn’t help but feel gushy romantic about the whole affair. But soon before that gushy romance could ferment into the realization of my lonely existence.. here came the third taster of a very BOLD SHIRAZ. So BOLD!
I realize that I know nothing of wine. And my wine distinctions go something like this.
1) DELICIOUS
2) NOT DELICIOUS
3) If I was more drunk… this could be DELICIOUS.
I feel as though this is how I approach many a thing I eat and drink.
The other highlight has been seeing other shows. I do love taking in shows where you have no idea what to expect and then BLAMMO some guy in what looks like a black priests robe and a hijab is mime nailing a hammer into his hand in what I can only call “the half-assed Jesus” sketch. That show was called Dr. Brown, it was phsyical theatre, sort of absurdist clown. I laughed so hard I cried and then afterwards felt so perplexed because I didn’t know what the hell I had just seen.
There are so many venues and SO MANY shows at the Adelaide Fringe. It is easy to feel like a tiny squashable bug. Especially it being my first year, no one has any context for me. Well, I’ll give you some context Adelaide, “I’m funny, believe me.. please.. buy a ticket.. i can’t afford the COFFEE HERE! he he he. cry cry cry.” (then i just grab a parrot right out from the sky and eat it.)
I do have to , and will continue to give such a huge thanks to the amazing woman I am staying with. She has welcomed me into her home and has been very generous and wonderful. I feel pretty grateful for that! And for her delicious hummus. Yum yum. Not forced to parrot-eating yet.
Alright off to prepare for show 2. Hoping tonight I will have atleast 9 peeps. Oooh, raising the stakes.
Kirsten
