Edinblog Day 13, 14, 15: time compression

Wednesday we did the first All Live Gargle!

Here are three variously hungover, periody and recently bitten exhausted Festival humans. (Fun game, guess which is which! Bonus points for the one who has a boob rash - listen to the episode to find out!!!) For a project that started in lockdown, it has been so delightful to work with such talented people over zoom calls, I’d forgotten how much more fun it is to be in the same room!

Woke up Wednesday morning to write all my gargle jokes (because Tuesday was the wild rush to London for the auditions, so everything I was meant to do on Tuesday had to happen on Wednesday. Then went off to the burbs to record. In an extremely sweet event, the chap whose recording studio it was, was the guy who recorded my show MYTHOS as a podcast for the ABC back in… the before times. What a legend. Go listen to that and admire the sound quality!

Then back to the flat for Zoom Salon, which was delightful and then Alison Spittle minded Laser while I did the live salon

Thursday, aka yesterday, I genuinely can’t remember what I did all day, because the evening’s events were a bit stressful and chaotic. Basically I am constantly grateful for having a very relaxed and easy baby. Luck of the draw. But last night it got the closest to incompatible this whole juggle has been so far.

Despite having given up my flat in Sydney and beginning to tour with Adelaide when Laser Fraser was 4 months old, this is the first time she wasn’t asleep when I walked out the door to do my show. Normally I feed her in her sleep just before I walk out the door at 8.45, for the 9.15 show; and am back by 10.25. But this time when I fed her, I think because she is teething, she ate too much (for comfort?) & became a fountain of hot milk.

It’s extraordinary how much vomit a small person can hold. Like a little waterhose of mildly terrifying projectile velocity. I bundle her up in one arm, the sheets in the other, it’s 8.45. I text my tech as I throw the sheets in the wash and fling a new sheet over the bed. She doesn’t want to be put down for even a second. Fair enough, she was woken by a sudden evacuation from a nice warm sleep-eat. I’d want a bit of a cling too.

Anyway, spoiler alert, I got to the show on time. I managed to get us both showered and changed, soothed and left her in loving arms by 5 minutes before doors opened and then bolted to the venue. Bless my techs for setting the stage & the venue staff at Gilded for letting me in the back way.

Glad I booked a place close in, else I’d not have managed at all. Though I guess I’d have been planning to leave earlier, so the whole thing would have just happened sooner, scratch the gratitude for the close place but also I’m still pleased, it makes life easier.

Back 1.25 hrs later to a sleeping angel, if angels sleep on your chest in 2 hr chunks and suck on you a lot.

Friday night tonight! Sales were odd last night - about half full despite a bunch of nice reviews. Wondering if it has to do with the pending train strikes or just the inexplicable tides of human interest waxing and waning on my show. The streets seem fairly quiet, so I’m going to assume it’s not me. (While secretly worrying that it’s my fault, as we do about things that are 98% likely to not be our fault. That sneaky 2% is the killer of sleep)

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