First Day of Classes

Both of my classes have officially started and my professors could not be more different. Practices is like "I don't know what we're doing here, so let's get to know each other until I figure out the platform" and Mechanics has given out a quiz with questions like "what is the transitional clause in this sentence?" and "is the underlined a participle phrase, a gerund phrase, an infinitive phrase, or an appositive phrase?" Fuck if I know 🤣

24 hours of travel Thursday – Friday heading back to Philly so I want to get as much done as possible before then. 🤞

A Rosemont Raven

Holy shit, I'm getting my master's degree. What does this have to do with travel? Not a goddamn thing. BUT! It's why I won't be traveling as much, so I figure for a minute, this can be a graduate studies blog. Or maybe I'll use the time to catch up with past travels. Or maybe I'll stop posting altogether again. We'll see. Regardless, the adventure continues...

Chillan

 Usually, I get to see some of the town where we're staging. This time, though, I didn't expect to see anything but the hotel and the attached casino (and the clinic) because we don't have a car and the hotel is on the very outskirts of town. As my Elder put it, Chillan is in the middle of nowhere and the hotel is on the outskirts of Chillan. HA!

However, the crew is really good about making sure that everyone has a chance to get the car. We've been to dinner twice and the grocery store once.

Why are some of my pictures sideways? I have no idea! I know that if I fiddle too much though I will never publish. So yay! Sideways pictures. HA!

Greetings from Chile!

 It's so strange; I always think about writing for several days and don't ~ until one morning it's like NOW! You will write NOW! Ha. So, here we are. 

We've been in Chile since 27 December 2024. It's been a really nice visit. I was here for about two days and already liked it more than Greece. I ended up with acute tonsilitis, though, and spent from 9:00 pm to 1:00 am at the clinic our first week here. Who knew adults could still get tonsilitis???? Anyway, a shot in the butt of antibiotics and another of steroids/analgesic and I was remarkably better by the time I woke up and 100% within the next three days. The facilities and care were as good as anything I've gotten in equivalent towns in the States ~ and the whole thing was free. It was amazing. 

All's been well since then, thank goodness. The end of the holidays was nice. NYE, we were expecting peanut butter sandwiches, potato chips, and Netflix in the room (which, let's be honest, wouldn't have sucked) but there's a casino attached, so we thought we'd at least check it out. Nope. We don't gamble and we don't drink much and 9:30 is early, so it was a nonstarter. As we headed back to the room, we walked by the nice restaurant attached to the hotel and casino, the nicest in the whole area. Next thing I know, My Favorite has us a table for the evening, dancing at midnight included. So...we had a lovely NYE dinner and we back in the room on the 6th floor in time to see the fireworks at midnight.

Chile, and Chillan where we are specifically, is a great place. People are kind and respectful to each other. And not just to the tourists, but each other. Infrastructure is good; government is no more corrupt than anywhere else; medicine is first rate. My Favorite has loved Santiago for years and I see why. 

Will I post more? Who knows. But the adventure continues...

Fabrika Philadelphia

 Wow. Just...wow.

As anyone reading this blog probably knows, the opening lines of Eloise were the most impactful sentences ever in my life.

"I am Eloise. I am six. I am a city child."

There it was, the sentence that would define me for the rest of my life from the day my mother first read it to me to however old I am when you read this.

I am a city child. It's a physical need to live a city life.

The only problem? I can't really define what that means. I mean...I know it when I'm living it. College? Definitely. The years in Boston during and post divorce? The very definition of city life. Anchorage? Surprisingly, yes. New Orleans? You couldn't help it.

Philly? Occasionally. Pre-COVID, sure. We live half a block from a subway station and it was nothing to jump on the train and head into Center City. Post-COVID, though, it's different. The subway got not so safe. It got even dirtier than it was. It's just...unpleasant...in a deep way. Which means nowadays, we have to drive into downtown, deal with traffic, find parking, pay for parking, walk wherever we're going, then reverse the process. Or, we have to Lyft it both ways, which is no longer a cheap alternative.

Going into Center City for a 20-minute afternoon cafe break or a manicure or even to pick up a bouquet of flowers and wander the streets is a big deal now.

All of which is to say, I don't live as much of a city life as it looks like I would on paper.

Recently, though, My Favorite and I decided to try to change that. So, for our wedding anniversary (Feb 22), we decided we would Do Something City. We've been meaning to get to Fabrika since they opened pre-COVID. We finally got there.

Talk about a fucking city life. It's cabaret, vaudeville, drag show, and circus, all rolled into one amazing evening. It's the kind of place my friends and I used to want to work when we were theatre kids. Hell, I would still take a job on their crew in a heartbeat. 

More though, it was the kind of place I have wanted to exist for my whole life.

I pulled out my latex skirt. My Favorite pulled out his favorite jacket. And we were off.

Honestly, we weren't sure what to expect. We've had a lot of almosts over the years. When Fabrika first opened, it was open most nights, had full dinners, and a strict dress code. Now, it's open Thursday–Sunday brunch, brunch is the only real meal they serve (the night shows offer small plates), and the dress code has been relaxed. Such changes rarely bode well.

We ended up at a great table, just two back from the stage.

We ordered food. Pro tip, you don't go for the food. It was better than Sysco by a long shot, but they're no longer a restaurant, and that shows. But guess what? It's enough to keep food in the bellies of people who are drinking and the plates aren't bad. And you don't go for the food.

Service was remarkable. When I mentioned we were both hard of hearing, our server squatted down next to me so he was closer to my ears. When I asked if they did mocktails, the response was "savory and sweet!" When I ordered a light vodka soda, he double-checked if I wanted a light one (less booze) or a tall one (same amount of booze but more mixer). When I confirmed I wanted a light one, I actually got a light one.

Then the show started. Holy fucking shit. The videos are in the next post. Go watch them. Here are the pictures...

Wearing my mother and grandmother's pearls.
Somehow, I think they would both be pleased.

I'm a little obsessed with this Harley Quinn. They had two official performances (see the photo above this one with the sparks), but mostly they were just off the stage, being enthusiastic, gathering the cash that was thrown for the performers, handing things that needed to be handed, spinning things that needed to be spun. Watching them was some of the best moments for me.

But let's not forget that I did start my theatre life as a techie. So shout out to the booth. Please make note of the person in the vest and (6-fucking-inch) platform heels. Because...

This was the emcee of the night. They told us their name (and I think appropriate pronouns would be he/him, but I don't know for certain; I'm going to go with that though because I'm pretty sure) but My Favorite and I heard it differently. Regardless. This is who an emcee should be. Funny. Outgoing. Engaging. Charismatic and charming. One of the most talented people I have ever had the pleasure of watching.

At one point, he was working the room and came over to us. He laid a hand on my shoulder and asked what brought us out tonight. I suspect he expected something that would indicate curiosity and that feeling of being daring. Instead, I said, "this is our kind of place." And we looked at each other. There was a beat. Another beat. And then he said into his microphone, "This is their kind of place!" And the banter continued. But not before we saw each other. He said "I bet you've seen some shows, too, right? I bet you've seen some shit." All I could do was nod. He asked our ages and used us as an example of how life doesn't end at 30.

We made eye contact one more time before the night ended and exchanged The Nod. It was a lovely moment in time.

This, gentles and ladyfolk, is City Life. It's not the only definition of it. Not by a long shot. But it's definitely up there. 

Go watch the videos now. And come visit. I have a place you'll love...

Fabrika Videos

 Here we go. The videos. Such an amazing night.

Dude is singing live. And doing all this. And singing. Live. If you've ever seen the West End musical Chess, this man was born to be the Arbiter. Seriously.

Nope, Nope, Nope

 Nope, Nope, Nope. I’ve been waiting to post about a lovely airbnb in Baltimore. It’s a basement, so there have been basement-y issues but still lovely. I’ve woken up with a couple bug bites. Not great but a basement apartment in Autumn. It’s to be expected.

This morning, I woke up like this.

There’s one important reason we can’t walk out right now, but by God, as soon as we can, we’re out.

Nope nope nope.

The adventure may continue but this isn’t one I’m liking…