As usual, the Fringe is completely kicking my ass. There just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day; my flat is a complete shambles – there are clothes and dirty dishes everywhere; I’m snacking a lot because there’s isn’t time for meals and I feel like I’m running on empty a lot of the time. Or more accurately, I’m running on sheer adrenaline because I’m actually loving it! But it has been very quiet around here despite my best intentions to “blog the Fringe”.
To be fair, the festival did have a head start. It started without me. I was wandering around Florence and eating wonderful Italian food and drinking amazing wine, while the big opening spectacular was going on. I loved Italy, I just wish I could have been in two places at once because I did miss things that I would have loved to see.
I got back to Dublin a week ago, arriving in Dublin last Monday on a dark, wet, miserable evening and I was so tired I could barely stand up. I was back at work the next day and had my first Fringe shift that evening and I haven’t really stopped since. I had shifts with the Fringe almost every day last week, I saw As you are now so once were we one night and Camille O’Sullivan another night and enjoyed both very much. There will be reviews very soon, I promise. I had a farewell dinner with my parents who moved to Spain last Friday and I’ve had Trilogy rehearsals every night this week. I’m very very tired. But it’s all wonderful and I’m having a great Fringe, I just think I’m going to need about a month to recover from it all.