Sunday, August 14, 2016

A Part of Me is Crying Tonight

Perhaps it's the Snow Show, perhaps it's the wine, almost certainly have SOMETHING to do with reading Lonely Planet guides on travels routes that for some reason touched me deep inside. While waiting for the show to started I paged through travel guides and a unfamiliar wonderlust embraced me.

I have always been aware of my happiness and or or the lack thereof and the causes of it. Yet, I feel like I don't know anymore. Is this happiness? Is this lukewarm existence what I have to look forward to?

Is this an existential crisis? Or perhaps that in my mind of minds I know what is coming and stuff refuse to admit it to myself? 

Slava's Snow Show

Foreword: First post of 2016! Busy writing this with a heavy heart and a bottle of superb Morgenhof's Merlot Cabernet Franc 2011 - a wine that I tasted last weekend and has since promptly brought a case. Great value and certainly will pay more attention to the estate going into the future.

Watched the Slava's Snow Show at Monte Casino (Teatro) today with B, my 2 sisters and my youngest niece. Overall it was not a great production: occasionally funny, great spectator engaging props (giant multi coloured balls at the end, spiders web, and the finale with the fake snow). However, overall I was desperately trying to fight off sleep for most of the performance. The whole performance would certainly be underwhelming and forgettable if not for the amazing scene at the train station where the protagonist set up a coat rack with a woman's coat and a woman's hat; then for 5 minutes brought the imaginary woman to life. The parting scene was heart wrenching and I felt my emotions manipulated exactly as the show intended. Damn them!