We travel to Adelaide and logistics decree a day off. Naturally it’s spent having a celebratory crew and band dinner, at Gaucho’s, an Argentinian place (natch) on Gouger St., near the hotel. Of course we are many, loud and, in some cases, tight.
Luke (standing) delivers a coherent and heartfelt appreciation
With at least twenty-one people in our boisterous party it’s not a stretch to reason why the rest of the room emptied out so quickly. Most of us sampled many remarkable local Australian wines, consumed mass quantities of meats and those of us still standing (or at least seated upright) closed the place. Stuart, our front-of-house engineer and a table-mate, comments the songs “may be several beats slower tomorrow night.”
Jeff (R) kindly holds the door while singing a song only he can hear
The next day finds us at a venue that typically hosts large scale musicals. At each dressing room are printed warnings heeding performers to mind their belongings. Downstairs catering staff refuses second helpings as if they have to make it last for a giant cast. In the hallways there are many large cast and crew photographs from all your favorites (Brigadoon! Cats! A Chorus Line!) as well as even bigger color portraits of such luminaries as Peter Ustinov (below the belt bulge!) and Dame Edna Ferber (wow those glasses!).
(from L to R) Rubina, Joe, Luke, Steve, Renee look upon photos of animals
In the dressing room Joe shows photos taken from today’s jaunt to a farm. Images of several animals whose names I can’t pronounce (let alone remember) as well as the usual suspects: kangaroos, koalas, Tazmanian Devils. The marsupial cuteness causes much ooo-ing and ahh-ing.
it's good to have a style
There’s a recurrent theme in this online tour diary. The Adelaide Festival Center does not disappoint.
some brains were left
The show goes well and as Stuart predicted. Adelaide is the first English city in Australia not built as a prison camp. Tomorrow: Queensland and Brisbane.
Thanks for the blogs. I’ve really enjoyed reading them! Safe traveling, guys.