I haven't been away for a job since my only other Montana gig singing Messiah, but that was to the ever charming Billings, the land of it's-eight-o'clock-where-did-everyone-go? This time, I'll be staying with a host family, which I haven't done since I spent that semester in London my junior year of college. I'm hoping I won't have to chat or mingle or be chipper and chummy too much. My conversation would just be so stunning:
Them: How are you?
Me: Really terrible. I'm devastated by the loss of my mother and I'm away from my husband and child and life means nothing away from them and the world will suckuntilthedayIdie.
Them: Oh. Um, well, your room is down the hall.
I hope they have laundry facilities I can use.