I think it’s kind of funny that today is the hump day for the F-word…. and that hump and F-word do not have any sexual context in that sentence.
Today is hump day for a variety of reasons. It’s the halfway point in the festival for the venue techs (more importantly me), halfway through the performance schedule, and it’s the international day of the over-the-hill Fringer. So today, whenever you see a patron, performer, or Fringe staff member, pat them on the back and say “Happy Hump Day ya old Humper!”, I’m sure they will appreciate it.
Hump day also marks the day when Fringe romances are taken to the next level, mostly because they are running out of time, so if that porta-pottie be rocking, don’t come a knocking. Next April there will be plenty of Fringe babies produced, and when they are older and ask “where did I come from?” You can tell them “Son, you came from Hump day.
Hump day shouldn’t be confused with Hemp Day, which is celebrated at the Winnipeg Folk Festival.
Hump day has its roots in ancient times and was originally celebrated at the conclusion of the Fringe (known as a Tassel Gathering in antiquity) and not in the middle like it is today. At the end of the Tassel, the traveling minstrels, thespians, and gladiators would pack up their things on the camels and travel to the next village’s Tassel Gathering. The ancient hump day is depicted in pictographs on the cave walls deep under Venue 6…*
So get out there and celebrate Hump day by taking your Humper to a show, or consuming a beverage in the beer tent while watching the swaying Porta-potties. It’s a Fringing good time.
* Source: A dream I had after consuming a triple order of habanero chicken wings.