The one-act festival went off without a hitch this year; as expected, the play about the homeless dude swept the awards and will be going on to compete in the provincials in (of all god-forsaken places) Ft. McMurray. They might not be able to take their set pieces with them, but I'm sure there are plenty of liquor boxes to be had in Ft. McM.
The final show, Outpiss , was actually very good. Set in a small Alberta town, it uses a broken timeline to show the before-and-after events surrounding a murder. Sadly, it didn't take any awards despite strong acting and a fine script. I was amazed that so few people in the audience could relate to small-town, blue-collar characters. The adjudicator actually referred to them as "marginal people". I would've said "real people", but hey, whatever. If you want to pretend you're cosmopolitan because you grew up in E-town, be my guest. Just remember that the world is laughing at you, not with you.
I received a major compliment at the reception when an actress I worked with recognized me and I reminded her that I stage-managed a one-act she was in about 5 years ago. "Good God, you must've been about 12 years old then!" she said.
Sophie seems to be 100% now. In fact she's been a little hell-raiser all weekend. I brought home the pineapple and lettuce from last night's fruit trays for her, so she's also a happy camper.
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