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Aug. 6th, 2006
Fringe 2006.08.05
Aug. 6th, 2006 09:18 amWilson slept late, and I screwed around the house rather than get an early start on the Fringe. We walked up to the Egg & I for breakfast around noon. Wilson wanted to rest, rehearse, and relax before his first 7:00 show, which worked fine for me.
The guy who's buying the white Acura called to see if he could (finally bring buy the last amount of cash), and I said yes, then he failed to show up by 4:30 which is when we wanted to leave for downtown. I put a note on the door and headed out.
I dropped Wilson off at the Theatre de la Jeune Lune and headed off to see Bakersfield, by performer that I'd wanted to catch last year, but missed. It was at the Interact Center just a couple of blocks away from the Jeune Lune, where I parked the car.
I discovered there that my tickets are rush tickets so I couldn't get a ticket before ten minutes of show time...
So I stood around (the colorfully named coffee house, Moose and Sadie's, already closed) until I could get a ticket.
The show--Christmas in Bakersfield "This one person show a modern day is Guess Who's coming to dinner with a twist. Les finally meets Mike the man of his dreams. Les and Mike become a couple. Mike takes Les home for the christmas holidays to meet his very conservative caucasian family but he forgets to tell them one important detail, that Les is African American . Watch the comedy unfold in this hilarious situation!!!!" was good.
Wilson's performance was at the Jeune Lune, and so I walked back. The show was great. "A young man is in search of a message which was whispered to him on the day he was born. Mime, dance, accordion playing." I really enjoyed it, as did rest of the audience. Paulino, who does Spanish/English plays around the area was there as well. I was going to introduce him to Wilson, but he had to head off to the Red Eye. Wilson told me after the show that he'd forgotten the programs at the house, so he'd grabbed a taxi, ran home, and back to the theatre. While he was here and I was in the Interact theater, the guy who came to pay for the car called...
Amy, Wilson and I dashed for the Rarig center for Normal-C: "The rollercoaster comedy of an astrophobic adolescent suburbanite girl balancing fitting in and acting out from within a family that can't keep up with the Joneses in Orange County, CA, where normal is anything BUT!" It was both her birthday and her first show. It rocked. We would end up waiting for her at the bar of the night to no avail. Amy and I parked our cars in a UofM lot, which would prove interesting when we attempted to leave.
The last show of the evening was at the Mixed Blood, so we left the cars and walked, via Palmer's over.
mizzlaurajean called to say she was saving us seats. hunnythistle was with her. It was puntastic, and the audience loved it. "Is it safe to assume the speed of time is, in fact, one second per second? Answers to a myriad of questions that you didn't think you had in…The Star Chamber."
We walked to the Town House Brewery, where the Fringe Nightcap was, and sat around talking amongst the volunteers, staff, and performers waiting for Courtney from Normal-C to show up. She didn't by the time we left. Wilson was tired because he and Amy had been at the Fringe Masquerade at the Varsity Theater (which I somehow attempted to transport to the Suburban World) the night before. We left around 12:30 - 1:00 and walked back to the car.
At the lot, they had hooked a chain across the entrance, which caused me to contemplate driving over the high curbs in my little car. Then I thought, there's a lotta curve in that chain. If it curves down, it should, with some assistance, curve up the same height and my car is low. Wilson provided the assistance, and I drove under the chain.
On the way back to the house, we hit Kowalski's so he could get something to eat, so it was soup and salad again in the early AM.
The guy who's buying the white Acura called to see if he could (finally bring buy the last amount of cash), and I said yes, then he failed to show up by 4:30 which is when we wanted to leave for downtown. I put a note on the door and headed out.
I dropped Wilson off at the Theatre de la Jeune Lune and headed off to see Bakersfield, by performer that I'd wanted to catch last year, but missed. It was at the Interact Center just a couple of blocks away from the Jeune Lune, where I parked the car.
I discovered there that my tickets are rush tickets so I couldn't get a ticket before ten minutes of show time...
So I stood around (the colorfully named coffee house, Moose and Sadie's, already closed) until I could get a ticket.
The show--Christmas in Bakersfield "This one person show a modern day is Guess Who's coming to dinner with a twist. Les finally meets Mike the man of his dreams. Les and Mike become a couple. Mike takes Les home for the christmas holidays to meet his very conservative caucasian family but he forgets to tell them one important detail, that Les is African American . Watch the comedy unfold in this hilarious situation!!!!" was good.
Wilson's performance was at the Jeune Lune, and so I walked back. The show was great. "A young man is in search of a message which was whispered to him on the day he was born. Mime, dance, accordion playing." I really enjoyed it, as did rest of the audience. Paulino, who does Spanish/English plays around the area was there as well. I was going to introduce him to Wilson, but he had to head off to the Red Eye. Wilson told me after the show that he'd forgotten the programs at the house, so he'd grabbed a taxi, ran home, and back to the theatre. While he was here and I was in the Interact theater, the guy who came to pay for the car called...
Amy, Wilson and I dashed for the Rarig center for Normal-C: "The rollercoaster comedy of an astrophobic adolescent suburbanite girl balancing fitting in and acting out from within a family that can't keep up with the Joneses in Orange County, CA, where normal is anything BUT!" It was both her birthday and her first show. It rocked. We would end up waiting for her at the bar of the night to no avail. Amy and I parked our cars in a UofM lot, which would prove interesting when we attempted to leave.
The last show of the evening was at the Mixed Blood, so we left the cars and walked, via Palmer's over.
mizzlaurajean called to say she was saving us seats. hunnythistle was with her. It was puntastic, and the audience loved it. "Is it safe to assume the speed of time is, in fact, one second per second? Answers to a myriad of questions that you didn't think you had in…The Star Chamber."We walked to the Town House Brewery, where the Fringe Nightcap was, and sat around talking amongst the volunteers, staff, and performers waiting for Courtney from Normal-C to show up. She didn't by the time we left. Wilson was tired because he and Amy had been at the Fringe Masquerade at the Varsity Theater (which I somehow attempted to transport to the Suburban World) the night before. We left around 12:30 - 1:00 and walked back to the car.
At the lot, they had hooked a chain across the entrance, which caused me to contemplate driving over the high curbs in my little car. Then I thought, there's a lotta curve in that chain. If it curves down, it should, with some assistance, curve up the same height and my car is low. Wilson provided the assistance, and I drove under the chain.
On the way back to the house, we hit Kowalski's so he could get something to eat, so it was soup and salad again in the early AM.