And just as fast as it started… it’s over. Rambo has had his last show and the salmon has been loaded out. The beer tent is selling the last of it’s tickets, and the vendors are pushing out the last of the deep fried pickles in hollandaise.
The screaming mimes have screamed their last, and the radio poetry has run it’s course.
The last Sunday of Fringe is always a little weird. We’re all running on fumes by this point, and everyone is in a daze, but there’s a new event tonight at 9 with Karaoke in the exchange after they announce the winner of the Harry Rintoul award for best Manitoban playwright during the Fringe. Rambo was disqualified this year because of too many llama violations, and the screaming mime’s script was just a lot of AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! so his chances aren’t all that good.
This will be followed by the Jenny Awards in the Kings Head where the performers get the opportunity to make an ass of themselves in order to win a statue of an ass… Actually it’s a stuffed ass.
While those events are happening, a bunch of venues will be torn down, and the beer tent and patio will be dismantled. Tomorrow Venue 2 will be boxed up for another year, and I’ll write the last post following that.
As the sun sets on this festival of exhibitionism, and the voyeurs get ready for Folklorama, I think back on the last two weeks and smile a little. It’s been a pretty swell Fringe, and I got to be a part of some pretty swell stuff, and I hope both of my readers did too…
So see if you can squeeze in one last show, and use the last of those beer tickets, because they like it when you watch, and it’s the last chance to see…