Last show of this leg. Everyone is talking plane flights home, packing the junk we've all accumulated, and looking forward to rest for a week at least. We're in the Olympia, a lovely old theater. The local stage manager is fascinated as I disassemble and pack my bike into its flight case. In response, he shows me how they do the rain for the production of Singing In The Rain. There's a 1000-liter tank off stage and a copper pipe with nozzles in the flyspace. There are metal water reflectors too, so that the "rain" is not too even. The marley floor is loose, so that puddles with form for the lead to splash in. The water then runs downstage into a gutter, then back under the stage and into a second 1000-liter tank, where it is stored and eventually drained with a garden hose into a tiny room down the hall, which has a small trap door. When he lifts up the door, I can hear (and smell) a distant river, a tributary to the Liffey.
Malu and Jennifer come out during "Lazy" and dance in tutus. At the hotel we all say our goodbyes. We'll see one another in about 10 days, in Edmonton.
