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runawayskellum at 04:11pm on 22/03/2010 under dramarama, family, lol cross-culture relationships, politics
runawayskellum at 04:11pm on 22/03/2010 under dramarama, family, lol cross-culture relationships, politicsSo, wow. My girlfriend is American (and delighted about the healthcare bill, since she can now actually get healthcare in her own country again). She showed me the reaction to it on her facebook friend page and... wow. A lot of people out there are angry about the idea of letting people access medical care.
ANYWAY. What a lovely weekend I had! We wandered back down to Hometown to visit my grandparents. My gran is pretty much bedridden - she's hooked up to oxygen 24/7 and has a hospital bed in the living room because she can't walk more than a few paces any more - so we arranged a very hasty ~beauty salon~ which mostly involved me clipping my gran's nails and L. braiding her hair. (We are not the girliest of girls).
We also went to see Fiddler on the Roof, as performed by my old youth theatre! Which was awesome. Firstly because it's amazing to watch these kids that I remember as awkward children up on stage being genuinely fantastic, but mostly because it was genuinely fantastic.
I didn't know the show at all; okay, I've heard a few of the Shoggoth on the Roof songs, but that's not much help. Somehow I spent the first twenty or so minutes convinced it was set in America.
L: The accents didn't tip you off?
ME: I thought they were immigrants!
L: What about the set?
ME: I thought it was, you know. Like Gangs of New York.
L: Even when the girls got told to go out and milk the cow?
ME: REALLY REALLY OLD NEW YORK.
Look, when you have fifty Glaswegian children on a single stage doing Russian accents with various levels of authenticity, it's difficult to make these kinds of judgements.
ANYWAY. What a lovely weekend I had! We wandered back down to Hometown to visit my grandparents. My gran is pretty much bedridden - she's hooked up to oxygen 24/7 and has a hospital bed in the living room because she can't walk more than a few paces any more - so we arranged a very hasty ~beauty salon~ which mostly involved me clipping my gran's nails and L. braiding her hair. (We are not the girliest of girls).
We also went to see Fiddler on the Roof, as performed by my old youth theatre! Which was awesome. Firstly because it's amazing to watch these kids that I remember as awkward children up on stage being genuinely fantastic, but mostly because it was genuinely fantastic.
I didn't know the show at all; okay, I've heard a few of the Shoggoth on the Roof songs, but that's not much help. Somehow I spent the first twenty or so minutes convinced it was set in America.
L: The accents didn't tip you off?
ME: I thought they were immigrants!
L: What about the set?
ME: I thought it was, you know. Like Gangs of New York.
L: Even when the girls got told to go out and milk the cow?
ME: REALLY REALLY OLD NEW YORK.
Look, when you have fifty Glaswegian children on a single stage doing Russian accents with various levels of authenticity, it's difficult to make these kinds of judgements.
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