Day 594: Throes

This exists

So I turn up at a job in Brussels, in a hotel in the airport. I have never met ANYONE who has anything to do with it. I've paid for my own travel. I've yet to fully ingest the materials and yet I'll be delivering the next day, a quite comprehensive brief/scenario, in French. There are six other actors on this job. The closest I've come to contact with them is a shared phone call where most of us didn't speak.

By the first minute that I meet the first actor (and the only man) we're laughing. I can't remember what about, but we are. He speaks beautifully in both languages: diction to die for and poise too. Then the rest arrive, a pair and a three. One pair are acquaintances, one has a friend in common, the rest are proper strangers. We have lunch. We've known each other for less than an hour but there's food-pleasure moaning going on, and lots of sharing. We're all a bit nervous, but we manage, most of us, to partake of the eye-watering gourmetness on offer. 

The site of all the food throes
and a lot of the laughing

48 hours later, we've done our two days. We've laughed more than you can imagine. We've done a really good job, including bashing together a workshop at no notice. We're all a little bit humbled to have been part of that particular team. And I've invited one person to come dancing and to stay, another to collaborate on a job... there's so much joy and yessage out there. I am so grateful for my job. So grateful. 

And then I get back and work and do juice and then Bridget Quigg is at my house! I've met this woman once in real life, what three years ago? four? It feels so very easy and lovely and I can't wait to play today. We have the day to go and explore, hopefully swim (in the rain - sounds counterintuitive but it's such a beautiful thing to do and it's relatively warm out there). Exciting!