My jetlag is going away, and I’ve met a lot of people. I learned about 35 names today. My faves: Anouk (A-nook), Ana-viek (Ana-veek), Ruma (sounds a lot like rumor), and Eugen (Oy-gen).
We skirted the red light district, and visited a few places. I’m attaching some photos. One is me at the Homomonument (which is directly across from Anne Frank’s house). The others are of some glass dildos and buttplugs from a specialty sex toy store (PS – this place is crazy sex central and hella gay), and a creepy clown that we believe stole the soul of a drunk who pestered us into singing “Liki-Liki-Lakki” for way too long. It turned out that that was the title to a failed television pilot that drunk had started. That put a sad edge on things. However, the incident provided us with gut-busting laugh-filled tangents for the rest of the night. Let’s face it. Comedy is never too far from tragedy.
The theater we’re working at is fucking sweet. It’s a 200 seat theater doing 2 shows a night, and all of the shows are sold out. I cannot wait to get up there and play.
I nearly shit myself during our landing yesterday. There was a huge storm front moving up the English Channel to the North Sea, and there were 30-40mph gales, not gusts but prolonged high winds. It was the first time I’ve ever had to retreat to my happy place to make it through a landing, and I’ve flown quite a bit. My hands are finally uncramped from gripping the friggin armrests. The whole plane applauded when we landed. I changed my underwear….jk.
Brad Fortier 