Sweat, Valentine's Day Hang-Overs and Homesickness

So, as of today, the show is completely blocked and choreographed, we leave for Ottawa in a week and tomorrow is a day off! I’m pretty stoked. Mainly just to sleep in a bit and get some stuff done as we really won’t have any other days off until we’re in Ontario. Plus, I apparently need to check out the Exchange District here in Winnipeg – so that’s my plan for tomorrow.

This week has been pretty busy so far though – all 3 days of it. Monday, we did a bunch of taping for the promo video so it was a long, sweaty day of dancing. I’ve started showering in the evenings now because of how gross I am at the end of the day. It’s like a mini-sauna in those mascot heads. Mine and B’s are covered in thick fur so they are even hotter than all the others. But I’m slowly getting used to it…it’s frustrating having zero peripheral vision though – especially during dance numbers with 5 other people onstage, all with the same problem. It truly is the scariest thing I’ve ever had to do onstage. I’m just praying that I don’t walk right off the stage and fall into the audience during a show.

*knocks on wood*

Yesterday was Valentine’s Day, so after rehearsal I went out for drinks with some of the single ladies in my cast to celebrate. We ended up having a bit too much fun though, so I was hurting a little this morning…but it was worth it. I’m just happy we weren’t in costumes today. I can think of no greater hell than being hung-over in a mascot costume.

The homesickness started to kick in today too…I don’t know if it was the fact that I wasn’t physically in great condition, or that it was a cold dreary day – maybe it was a mixture of both – but I just felt kind of down and I couldn’t shake it. It was easy to forget about it when I was in rehearsal having fun with everyone, but as soon as I started walking home, it just hit. I felt like I had been in this beautiful new exciting bubble all week – almost like a dream – but something about being hung-over really causes reality to smack you in the face and suddenly I was super depressed. I dunno, it was strange…but I’m sure it was just overdue. I’ll work through it.

I’m a tough cookie. A “feisty midget” as Krystyn so lovingly calls me. I probably just need some sleep.

And to not see a bottle of tequila ever again.