This post is going to have to be short and sweet. I'm writing this from the hotel room in Batumi because this tour has sapped more time than I expected.
My Christmas was definitely the quietest and uneventful one ever. To be perfectly honest I hardly even noticed it.
We were originally meant to be performing Nutcracker on Christmas day. This would have actually been cool in a strange way. I would have the morning off and be performing a fun Christmasy production in the evening. Fate, however, couldn't resist the temptation to have a bit of fun. There had been rumblings of disquiet amongst the girls in the previous week as the stage now has no heating. We were scheduled a rehearsal on the stage on Christmas Eve and the girls refused to dance because it was too cold. I didn't think it was amazingly cold. I thought Batumi was colder, but I don't have to stand on side stage in next to nothing for half an hour. There where a few noisy meetings, but in the end the industrial action stood and the season was cancelled.
So on Christmas day, I did class at the normal time and we then started rehearsals for the Batumi gig. These ended up being four mind-numbing hours long. So instead of having a cool little Christmas, I ended up sharing a drink with Will, Lola (Jewish) and Jasha (Muslim) after one of the longest days I've had at work in ages. How un-Christmasy is that!!
To make things even more weird, the Christmas retail business is still going strong. The supermarket is still playing Christmas carols, the markets still selling assorted decorations and have just started selling fresh Christmas trees!
Even my Christmas parcel from home got lost. (True, it wasn't originally going to be Christmas package, but the timing was working out right and it was a piece of home.) Fortunately, it was found last week, twice. Once by the Georgian Post, and the next by my family back in Australia. Tornikie told me on Monday he had been contacted by the post office to say that they had found my parcel and it could be picked up when we were ready. Yesterday, I got an email from Father saying that they got a parcel delivered from Georgia. Yep, my parcel had gone all the way to Georgia, got lost, and then sent all the way back to Australia! So unless my suitcase has the unusual talent of self-cloning, I've no idea what's at the post office. I'll just have to find out when I get back to Tbilisi in January.
On that note, Happy New Year Everyone! I wish you all a wicked safe party and a prosperous New Year.
Next week, I'll tell you of my New Year in Batumi. (I've already got enough material to write a very satirical novel!)
Happy New Year Everyone!
Rodney Cuthbertson
DreamChaser
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