I’m opening a British hotel and calling it the Dunher Inn

On a completely unrelated note, tonight’s our first My Fair Lady rehearsal.

On a completely unrelated note, I wore my Union Jack trainers. Which is British for sneakers.

Which will be extra-comfortable if we rehearse all night because I got me to the theater on time on the street where TCR lives.

I’ll stop now.

Welp. THAT’s not gonna work.

I bought these Union Jack running shoes from Brooks—the brand of shoe I run in, but not the style—last year as a dumbass $100 impulse purchase when I got cast in Billy Elliot. (Because it’s a British musical, for those of you keeping score at home.) I’ve had no productive reason to wear them since then, but I thought they’d be Northern-Europey enough to wear this weekend when I run the Nordic Fest’s Elveløpet 15K. (Because Norway is so close to the UK that their flags are suspiciously similar.) But I’m glad I did a test run this morning in them, because I just discovered they have NO (or ZERØ in Norwegian) running support or cushioning or any purpose beyond wearing them to rehearsals for British musicals (or musiçals in French, which is also Northern Europey). So my My Fair Lady rehearsals can’t start søøn enough.

OMG