i have a not so fond memory of human stink in europe. i dated a boy, renaud, who was french. years after we broke up, i went to visit him in paris. aside from not having any blankets for me (he thought i would sleep in his bed--um, no), he also did not have any towel other than the one he used.
i really do enjoy the syrupy sweetness of kosher wine. but not this stuff. eegads.
i really don't know how renaud's towel managed to stink like that. HE didn't stink like that, and you'd assume that in the act of showering, he'd get clean, and thereby there would have been no smell to transfer to the towel. you'd assume, but you'd be wrong.
well, in any case, since those two weeks with him, we no longer speak.
holidays in my family do not come part and parcel with drama. it is usually the life i leave behind to attend such familial gatherings that winds up causing all the drama.
unless uncle ron wants to hug me again. i really need to just put the smack down with that one. he's fucking creepy.
we'd love to play the festival! unfortunately we have no press kit, just a myspace page. but we are working real hard to put one together. email me with details and we will make it happen. thanks a bundle, dude.
I do not pity your cleaning staff, nor do I condemn in any way, I was merely envisioning being a more active part of the play.