Today, I found out that the day the American Drama Group Europe perform Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew in the Archbishop’s Palace here in Trondheim, is the second day of the Bjørnson Festival of International Literature, where I’ll be working as a volunteer. This is kinda crappy, as I’ve been looking forward to seeing the ADG-E again ever since I saw their staging of King Lear last year, and Romeo And Juliet the year before that.

Last year, there were so few people at King Lear that I was worried they’d cut Trondheim from their Castle Tour, and this year, I won’t be able to show up. And what will I be doing instead? Instead, I’ll get to drive some unknown Norwegian authors around, carry heavy things, listen to my sister’s speech about “power and powerlessness” in Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson’s literature, attend a concert with Ole Paus, and generally be the slave of just about anyone else in the festival hierarchy. And all of this I do for free. Ye gods, I am selfless. :P

Returning to the topic of Taming of the Shrew, I realized that I can take solace in the fact that at least they’re not staging The Tempest, like they said they would. But it’s still bitter that I won’t be able to attend the only play I’ve planned to see this year…