I'm kind of back-and-forth on this whole "Ottawa" thing. The city is beautiful, don't get me wrong. It's just that it's, well, swelteringly hot. Although apparently I'm the only one in the group affected by it. It's not my fault that I'm a delicate northwest rhododendron blossom.
Yesterday we braved aforementioned heat to hand out ads for our show around Parliament Hill. This was actually pretty rockin', as I got to see not only Canadian parliament, but also the parliament cats. There is a colony of stray cats that lives in a little glen in tiny huts, cared for by an elderly gentleman known as the "Catman of Parliament Hill." I am not making this up.
What else to report? Not a lot, come to think of it. We saw "Die Roten Punkte" again the other night. I bought a t-shirt, Kate started a relationship with Otto (nice). I've seen a few more plays, handed out a few more postcards for our show, and had a few more drinks. Also, we finished our romance novel, which turned out to be even more insipid and sexist than I could have anticipated. Tonight we perform at 11 p.m. (gulp) to hopefully an audience of at least one (Lisa). We'll see how that goes.
Before I go, it bears mentioning that every single day I have come to the library, there has been either a prom or a graduation taking place outside. What gives?
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