I finally got the butterflies to shut up and tonight’s show settled into a comfortable “This is fun–we don’t barf when things are fun, remember?” rhythm. We’ve had smiling, supportive audiences. I talked to one steadfast New York-loving audience member after the show who teased, “I hear you’re from a small Midwestern town! You know the place to do theater is here in NYC. I hope you all get to come back to do the show again!” Oh, lady sister. You are kind in your own way. He was seeing his 5th Fringe show of the night, SO OKAY FINE he’s proving people actually mean it when they say they support live theater here.
We’ve sold out two shows and are inching in on selling out more. To balance out my ego, I get to lug a suitcase and couch surf for the third time in four days.
I shouldn’t read reviews. It’s not like a review will stop this THEATER TIGER FROM PURGING ITSELF / EXPLODING ITS WAY OUT FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY SOUL / BURSTING FORTH OUT OF MY CHEST CAVITY LIKE A FOOTBALL PLAYER / BREAKING THROUGH A HOMEMADE PAPER BANNER/ AT A HOMECOMING GAME / CONFIDENT UNTIL HIS ANKLE GETS CAUGHT IN THE LENGTHY BUTCHER PAPER THAT THE CHEERLEADERS WORKED SO HARD TO DECORATE / MEOW, THEATER TIGER. / MEOW.
But here are some nice things said so far:
“One of the funniest shows to ever grace FringeNYC.” – Hy on the Fringe
“The five actors have excellent timing together.” – Backstage.com
“A farcical romp behind whose silliness lies some social and political observation that remains potent even in the dawning age of legalized gay marriage.” – NYTheatre.com
“I want more Draculas and Woofmen in the show.” – A mallard duck.
We have three days off, so we’re heading up to the burbs for some family time, home-cooked meals, and poolside gossip about all the celebrities we didn’t see.