For most of the month, we've had five minutes (or less) to walk our suitcase and satchels into the theatre, dash behind the curtains and set out props, wigs and costumes for the show, do a sound check and zip me into my first (and largest) bridal gown.
There's two shows remaining for Macaroni on a Hotdog, and I have such mixed feelings about this adventure coming to a close. The sidewalks aren't as crowded now, and the prizes for writing and acting and whatnot have all been awarded. There must have been a clerical mistake.
Today marks a change in the dynamic of our days. My mom, Janet Oian and our daughter Mabel, arrived here this morning. For three weeks, it's been Glenn and me, and our routine. Today, it all changed. Not better or worse, just different.
I have developed a super power while here in Edinburgh. The minute I put a stack of flyers in my hand and approach a stranger, there's a 75 percent chance I become invisible. Since I have no control over this invisibility, it cannot be depended upon.
It's no surprise that we're halfway through our run, so there's also a panic that sets in, the feeling that there's a bunch of things you're missing forever, because you can't possibly see everything you want to see.
Did I mention the play we saw yesterday had full frontal nudity? Yep. And they didn't even mention it on their flyers! A couple of un-circumcised willy's were on full view and it did make it hard to look anywhere else when they whipped them out.
urry in a Hurry was on our agenda for lunch, and we were able to fit in a nice walk to the French café on West Bow (by the castle) for supper. Carrot and fennel soup and an amazing veggie sandwich on toasted bread, was a perfect meal for a rainy Scottish evening.
There's nothing better than waking up in a 13th-century building and imagining how many people have woken up, celebrated, or walked the halls of the very same place -- and it doesn't hurt to get to imagine it while still enjoy modern conveniences like air-conditioning and Wi-Fi.
Our show went fine today, and we had about 15 people. There was a brief moment of panic for me, when the pre-show music wasn't playing. There's no way for Glenn and I to communicate once we start the show.
With the world's biggest arts festival and dozens of accompanying events, you're unlikely to get bored in the Scottish capital over the summer months. But just in case, here are 50 great things to do this summer in Edinburgh.
Back in 2005, Ulla's Amazing Wee Blog announced that one of the most unusual urban oddities in the Scots capital may not be long for this world. But despite this decade-old warning, Edinburgh's quirky Wild West Town is still very much with us.
When artists take over a public space, it's like watching magic. Not too long ago, a troupe of magnificent dancers choreographed by Steinvor Palsson and cellist Atzi Muramatsu roamed around the stone floor tiles of St. Giles Cathedral in Edinburgh.
In a tradition that has stood for hundreds of years, the European Christmas Market is a throwback to what it was like to do anticipate the Winter Solstice long before the holidays became so commercialized, especially in America.
Edinburgh is haunted. Everyone knows that. Especially the spirits that linger year-round with no regard for the passing of All Hallows Eve and All Saints Day. I am in Edinburgh for a few days to enjoy its charms as well as ghouls.
The Euro at its lowest value against the US Dollar since July 2012 - currently exchanging at $1.26 - and hotel rates in many of Europe's most popular cities are lower in winter, which means that it's time to seriously consider taking a trip across the Atlantic.
I eventually became happy and grateful for the break from my phone. I felt more relaxed and noticed all the Scottish beauty around me that I was truly able to examine and contemplate. I became grateful for my lack of cell phone service.