Notes
We were once asked what was a secret we could tell about filming our show. Some smashing detail no one knew. “We are all usually on the verge of throwing up,” I said. "Almost 40% of the show is the cropped portions of Isabel, Lena and I about to barf on each other.”
“It’s true,” Lena said. “We’re always terribly sick and searching for nuts in our pocket linings.”
“Hypoglycemia” Isabel swooped. “It’s terribly common, especially among children such as ourselves.”
The three girls entered the Square Diner on West Broadway and Leonard. Isabel was arriving on the scene with a little more in tow: a giant metal rickshaw. Brandishing kinky crafts from a recent road trip across Chile, the cart also contained a Matisse cut-outs calendar and some high wooden platforms. But balancing incongruously atop it all was a foggy Tupper-ware basin. Inside her mother’s homemade beef stew sloshed like window wipers, keeping her (urban) beat.
Lena and Joana held the doors as Isabel pushed the cart into Square Diner.
Would it fit???