Day 177 - Good Meat

What can I say? We played some more? We did. Playing is such good meat for me. I love the mask work and i'm becoming more relaxed (or so it seems) in not worrying about whether improvised scenes are good or not, but the time I'm really in my element and happy happy is when we're playing the warm-up games. They have a purpose, of course, but it's not a goaly one a lot of the time. Its purpose is to play the game. I learnt new games AGAIN today. So much potential. More games that can be split and shared between smaller sections of bigger groups. Goodness, that was long-winded.


Among today's treats: a solo date with Kati - just me and her and a coffee in almost-closed Easter Monday Nyköbing; a bodywork session with Outti (no idea how you spell it); a go on Shazz, who turned up out of the blue. I'd expected her earlier and when she didn't come, I'd assumed she'd had a change of heart, so it was an extra treat to see her. I also played a good game with Max and a stick, had a few lovely moments with Steen and a run of much better sessions with my mask (the guy with the moustache especially). 


The weirdy rash on my neck is on its way out. I now have an outside chance of not presenting at a new company on Wednesday with what looks like a fuck-off lovebite on my neck. Anyone who gave you a thing that size would have to have been hungry rather than horny! Anyway, it's not one, and it's nearly gone. Grateful? Yes, I am. 


I said goodbye to Steen today. If I'm lucky, I'll see him in Copenhagen, but I suspect I may not have time. I must look up my flight details. And pack. It seems I'm leaving tomorrow, as the 10am meeting is not going to be reached in time given works on the train tracks. I'll have to say goodbye to lots of lovely people, and I will be very glad I came. Ooh.. I suppose I'd better pay, too. It's only fair. 

Oh, and here's a picture of my (now deceased) dog wearing a t-shirt.