I'm sure Edinburgh isn’t always like this, but I was lucky enough to arrive in town during the peak of festival season, when three world-renowned festivals overlapped - The Edinburgh Fringe Festival, the Military Tattoo and the Comedy Festival. Walking down the Royal Mile, performers lined the street doing stand up comedy, performing unconventional music acts (the roller-blading mandolin player immediately comes to mind) and executing Matrix-like choreography while handing out flyers for their shows. Some nights I spent the entire evening in underground comedy clubs, wandering between floors and seeing new acts every half hour. Others nights I watched the action from the inside, staring out the window of the Southern Cross CafĂ©, bagpipes playing outside and Edith Piaf on the inside.
I’d be lying if I said my visit to Edinburgh during festival season was entirely coincidental. I, Claudia - a story of “the raw but beautiful interior life of misfit adolescent Claudia” - is what brought me here. I, Claudia touched my heart years ago when I saw the film version of the Toronto-based play, and continues to make me smile every time I watch the film or when I’m lucky enough to see it live. When I found out it would be playing at the Edinburgh Fringe during my visit to Glasgow, I couldn’t miss the opportunity to see it live once again. Being the die-hard fan that I am, I lined up half an hour earlier than necessary in order to get a good seat, and it was worth thirty minutes of looking like a nerd once the lights were off and the curtain was drawn. For an hour and a half, Claudia, Drachman, Leslie and Douglas transported me into Claudia's world once again - I laughed, I cried, and I went back the next day to do it all over again. Maybe that's why I loved Edinburgh so much. But then again, maybe it was just the buttered toast.
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