Free Cake!

If I had to put my life into a metaphor, for the past few months, it would be this: FREE CAKE.
Since I was at home a lot before I left, and my mom made my sister a birthday cake, and a few other celebretory cakes, there was plenty of free cake to be had.
In the show, there is always a cake after the performance because it gets eaten on stage. At least part of it. The rest gets eaten by the "mice" (a.k.a Seth and me... sometimes the mouse choir) after the performance. It's our treat for doing a good job. If we don't do a good job, we're less likely to eat cake.
Last weekend, I had the extreme pleasure in fulfilling one of my life long dreams, which was to dunk my face into a cake. I know it seems ridiculous. It is ridiculous. But, I felt a wave of joy as I emersed my face into the pastry, the cream filling my nostrils, and the freedom of only opening my mouth to taste heaven.
Perhaps, it could be said, that this is a gross display of a spoiled nature. I wouldn't argue with that. But, there is a kind of pleasure one has when one does something that is forbidden, but really never had a reason to be forbidden except that it was "messy".
And so, I have vowed, that when I have children, if I have children, they get a pretty cake, and a miniature "face cake", into which, for one day of the year, they get to dunk their face into. If they wish, of course. I'm not counting on my kids being like me, but if they are, they will dunk their faces into cake and like it.
Anyway,
Today, as I was working on my scenography workshop model, the professor came in and alerted me that there was cake in the staff room that needed eating.
Free cake again!? Is it possible?
Not only do I have a wonderful, loving family, I get to work in Norway (in a production that pays me to eat cake, no less), and now I get to study a workshop with one of the top scenographers in Europe, in a brand new building, with a school that is on the edge of the art and theatre scene in Europe...
Tomorrow, I am seeing "Othello" at the National Theatre in Oslo.
I only have 10 more days left in Norway. The time has flown gracefully by.
I wish I could recount and write about all my impressions from Norway, but sadly, they are fleeting and my memory is about as reliable as a... I forget.
BUT! I will continue my blog whenever I get a thought about Norway in the future, I hope. And my quest for an "anker" has yet to be realized, so there will be more on that, too, I'm sure. In general, I will chronicle my foibles and triumphs and everything else in between that leads me to the anchor chain of life.

Anyway,
After Norway, I fly to England, to spend a month with my mates. Then I am going to Germany, Prague (for the Prague Quadrennial), and Poland. Then back to England quickly, and then to America! I fly back on the 4th of July (tickets are way cheaper when you fly ON the holiday).

I don't know how things will go. But there may be free cake along the way. I just have to use my cake senses and see where it leads me. Finding the sweet stuff among all the muck is the most challenging, but also most rewarding thing one can do. And so, I know eventually someone will leave the cake out in the rain... but not today. And when they do, I'll just know that maybe I should find a place where either 1) it doesn't rain or 2) nincompoops don't leave cake to fend for itself. They're all sugar! They melt! Like the wicked witch!

It is needless to say I am tired and probably had more espresso with my cake than I should have. Oh well. You only live once. I'm going to take all the cake I can get... and make a few cakes of my own to balance it out.

Until next time!

Cake. I mean, ciao.