The Glamorous Life Manila Style

 I know you think I have a glamorous life.

I know you think I spend my days lounging, then being carted off in a limousine to my private dressing room before I am greeted with cheers from a grateful audience.

You would be wrong.

We arrived in Manila at 5:00 am last Wednesday, after 32 hours of travel, which included a delayed flight, which prompted a missed flight, which meant 6 hours hanging out in the Dubai airport. I bet at least one of you (I'm talking to you, Anonymous) is wondering why we didn't escape the airport and head into Dubai. We didn't because 8 hours is the recommended amount of time needed to get into the city and back through security. I did take advantage of the free showers with no towels. That was interesting. Drip drying in Dubai.

But I digress. Back to the 5:00 am arrival in Manila. By 5:00 pm we were in the theatre. For the next 5 days, my life consisted of the hotel, the bus and the theatre. Here are some photos:

OKAY, THE HOTEL PHOTO SHOULD GO HERE, BUT I FORGOT TO TAKE ONE AND I REALLY WANT TO GET THIS POSTED. We're staying at the Diamond Hotel and it is actually as nice as the website photos. The spa/gym area is particularly fantastic, as is the breakfast bar. Oh, and the male staff members put their hands on their hearts when they say hello.

The bus. It's a bus. That is all.

Sightseeing, tour style. Captured this from the bus one day.
Notice the Krispy Kreme banner.

The Theatre at the Solaire.
As in Singapore, this theatre is in a casino/mall complex.
Welcome to Asia!

Finally, we're on the posters in the lobby!
It took me 4 days to get up here.

Of course I took the obligatory photo with my self.

Here's something else you might find interesting. While I do have a dressing room, it isn't private, as you can see here:

Taylor, with Megan and others in the background.
No, she isn't always this cheery, but she is ALWAYS easy to be around.

Even more interesting, we don't use the dressing room to put on our costumes. We do that backstage, in a place affectionately referred to as Gondola Row ( those big trunks are called gondolas).

Did I mention that our dressing room is in the basement, far away from the stage? It was the same in Singapore, except the dressing room was on the second floor. At least it's clean, and, I am getting my steps.

My costumes are in there.

This is actually where I dress, as does the rest of the ensemble.

Aha. The private dressing room.

Okay, that's enough for this post. Next up - days off in Manila.