The Bloody Doors Off

I’m somewhat impulsive.

I jump at opportunities when presented.

And work out the logistics after.

And I’m a sucker for the long-shot.

(Ask Mollie. She’s sat beside me for hours upon hours playing Blackjack.)

They were only accepting 15 applications this year.

Less than a third of those spots were outside of the Indigenous/Equity-seeking categories. They take precedence.

Like I said, a long-shot.

But man, I love to gamble.

So, back on March 15th, I applied to the St. John’s Shorts Festival this September in Eastern Canada.

I knew the show I’d take.

Snow Angels.

It’s a no-brainer. It runs just shy of 15 minutes (you can have a maximum of 30 minutes), and it’s a two-hander. Part of their Covid Protocols state that the company can be no larger than 10, including the writer, director, etc. Same actors, Sofia and Lucy. As I said, no-brainer.

Oh, did I mention this is a LIVE festival, and NOT virtual?

And did I mention how much of a long-shot this was?

Obviously, you can guess the outcome.

We got in.

I told Marlo. Her first response:

“I guess we’re going to Newfoundland.”

(Reason no. 427 why I love her.)

So yeah. The ladies are already talking about a road trip.

And I need to set up a GoFundMe to cover their travel and accommodations.

This has been quite the year. Kentwood Players produced State of Independence out of Los Angeles, Last Call will run as part of the Rogue Theater Festival in the U.S., and now. I’m going to Newfoundland.