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I can't claim to have appreciated Mr. Gibson during his heyday on LAUGH-IN and whatnot, but affectionate bad taste compels me to post this nonetheless:
Now back to actual Heffie news.
So! Vancouver has finally stopped sapping our life forces and granted us an audience that didn't feel like trying to play catch with a zombie! Huzzah, responsive audience who laughs and indulges in actual give-and-take with the performer!
But hey, I can't take it personally; they've been that way even to some of the most brilliant Fringe performers here! Man, Vancouver's a harsh city. How spoiled we were by Indianapolis, with its boisterous midwestern American cacklers and guffawers! Henchgirl and I have been dragging our feet all week, feeling drained and miserable and stressed. How we've longed for the overwhelming good vibes of Indy and Winnipeg, where the joy of Fringe is rich in the air, and one cannot stay down-spirited for long!
But even if Vancouverites aren't exactly responsive audience members, I know for a fact that they still like my show! Well, by and large. I have four great reviews and one so scathing that... well, that I haven't and won't ever read the damn thing. Henchgirl has been screening my reviews for me, generously playing filter for my fragile little ego and letting me know if there's anything constructive in the criticism. There's never any point to follow the rantings of trolls.
But even though we're riding high again--and can call this Fringe a decided victory, as we've already broken even with two shows yet to go!!!--I cannot wait to get back to DC. Seriously, folks. Cannot wait.
I cannot put into words just how I yearn for the massive homecoming party I'm gonna throw on SATURDAY, OCTOBER THE THIRD AT EIGHT O' TH' CLOCK (putting emphasis on there just to get it on your radars). It's gonna be epic. We're gonna bust open the swimming pool AND the hot tub, the liquor cabinet will flow freely, I'm gonna serve my attempt at home-made grog (based on the grog of Piratz Tavern!) made with my attempt at home-made falernum, and mmmmmmaybe--just maybe!--I'll have a brand new Wii with BEATLES: ROCK BAND. But don't hold me to that just yet.
I'm tempted to foolishly say, "And you all are invited!" but hey, one never knows who exactly is reading an open LJ entry, so expect a massive Facebook invite to go out. And if, by some horrid mistake, you want to come and I don't think to invite you, by all means let me know!!!
Miss you all. Cannot wait to see you all again. We're in the home stretch, pallies and pallettes. It's gonna be coo-coo, y'dig?
Now back to actual Heffie news.
So! Vancouver has finally stopped sapping our life forces and granted us an audience that didn't feel like trying to play catch with a zombie! Huzzah, responsive audience who laughs and indulges in actual give-and-take with the performer!
But hey, I can't take it personally; they've been that way even to some of the most brilliant Fringe performers here! Man, Vancouver's a harsh city. How spoiled we were by Indianapolis, with its boisterous midwestern American cacklers and guffawers! Henchgirl and I have been dragging our feet all week, feeling drained and miserable and stressed. How we've longed for the overwhelming good vibes of Indy and Winnipeg, where the joy of Fringe is rich in the air, and one cannot stay down-spirited for long!
But even if Vancouverites aren't exactly responsive audience members, I know for a fact that they still like my show! Well, by and large. I have four great reviews and one so scathing that... well, that I haven't and won't ever read the damn thing. Henchgirl has been screening my reviews for me, generously playing filter for my fragile little ego and letting me know if there's anything constructive in the criticism. There's never any point to follow the rantings of trolls.
But even though we're riding high again--and can call this Fringe a decided victory, as we've already broken even with two shows yet to go!!!--I cannot wait to get back to DC. Seriously, folks. Cannot wait.
I cannot put into words just how I yearn for the massive homecoming party I'm gonna throw on SATURDAY, OCTOBER THE THIRD AT EIGHT O' TH' CLOCK (putting emphasis on there just to get it on your radars). It's gonna be epic. We're gonna bust open the swimming pool AND the hot tub, the liquor cabinet will flow freely, I'm gonna serve my attempt at home-made grog (based on the grog of Piratz Tavern!) made with my attempt at home-made falernum, and mmmmmmaybe--just maybe!--I'll have a brand new Wii with BEATLES: ROCK BAND. But don't hold me to that just yet.
I'm tempted to foolishly say, "And you all are invited!" but hey, one never knows who exactly is reading an open LJ entry, so expect a massive Facebook invite to go out. And if, by some horrid mistake, you want to come and I don't think to invite you, by all means let me know!!!
Miss you all. Cannot wait to see you all again. We're in the home stretch, pallies and pallettes. It's gonna be coo-coo, y'dig?
