I just got summarily dismissed by th Speech Therapy guy. Could it have been because I was a Guidance Counsellor, because he was tired, or because he thought I was with the loud people who were sitting front of me?
Eric thinks I'm too sensitive and I exaggerate. I've told him millions of times that a piece of me dies when he says that.
It was an active, perhaps too rambunctious at times, crowd that appreciated taking the journay towards epiphany.
Her use of puppetry, of which I am not usually a fan, adds to the magic.
And if that wasn't enough, we are given the gift of recordings of the Yiddish accent which will soon fade into history.
Speech Therapy is about to begin, Eric has bought me a latte (Bless the little guy!), and Jill Rick is hanging over my shoulder while wearing a pink tutu (is she supposed to be security?) So it is time to take in the final show.
Already.
It was impossible to see all twelve shows, and a choice had to be made so I made it.
I was told by many that I should have dropped another show. Robert Rooney thought my choice was dead wrong. I stood by my choices...and still do...but I was sad.
Save Point ended earlier than expected so, as Eric sat in Rutherford to order our dinner, I snuck in and caught the very last bit.
The audience, as one, sat entranced by the subtle dance and poetic voice on the stage. I was immediately caught up in the spell and witnessed a charming ending to a story that I was desperate to know more about.
I returned to Rutherford, and Eric, grateful for a stolen moment. After I am done this entry I will tell Eric what I saw as we wait for our dinner.
Simon Farrelton, one of the many young people in the audience thought that the costumes were the best part of the show!
Congrats go to mom for finding something meaningful to do with her sons...and kudos to the sons for letting her do something meaningful with them.
Eric has found me. I'm hungry. He should buy me something quick to eat.
The rain seems to have held off and the spirits are still high...
Gotta go! The lights are off!
Any tickets purchased for tonight's show will be honoured at any other venue. The oganisers of Piggyback have not yet determined whether or not another show will replace Happy Hour.
The Piggyback Fringe crews are grateful that Ms. Kendall is safe and send her all our best wishes during this difficult time.
Tomorrow is our last day. I plan on seeing as many plays as possible, but my schedule is now askew due to tonight's cancellation. No matter. With new acts and good friends the evening promises to be fun.
In the meantime it's one more cup and some pie and it's off to bed.
Little White Lies is an honest and heartfelt examination of how our relationships with our parents must evolve as we grow into adulthood. Sitting there with my latte was a true pleasure as we all experienced adolesence and what happens when we with our heroes.
Leastest Flops was so intense that Eric said his eardrums caught fire. The wit and wordplay was awe inspiring and often overwhelming. The energy was constant and Jem was an honestly sincere and approachable performer. A nice way to end the night's performances.
Through an exaggerated artistic project we see a reconciliation of the past between these two men as they deal honestly with their shared past and family situation. Audience members left touched, some with a tear in their eye.
This audience is anxiously waiting for Jono to start his show.
New faces to post and more talent to see. Can't wait!
What an incredible day.
Don't forget to post your own reviews at Kaffe 1870 and on this blog. Tell me what you think about what's happening at Piggyfest.
Most importantly, though, check out the amazing shows that have come to our fair village.
Eric's telling me that if I don't turn off the light and get to sleep I'll be sleeping outside so I have to sign off.
See you all tomorrow!
Giving us an intimate portrait of an overlooked talent, Harris invites us into the audiences of yesteryear to meet icons like Bob Hope, Groucho Marx, and Tallulah Bankhead. But more than that we are reminded of what happens when fear takes over and our rights are threatened in the name of national security. Something Judy's generation shares with our own.
TransCanada 69 harkens back to this great experience and gives us a musical journey from Montreal to Vancouver with fellow passengers Neil Young, Leonard Cohen, Leona Boyd and others.
This is a very intimate and beautiful moment shared between the artist and the audience.
Yes, there is audience participation and, yes, the gods of irony smiled upon our village and found me at the altar at St. Andrew's United. I'm not sure Eric was impressed, though.
Note to self: suggest to Rev. Gisele Gilfillan that Sunday numbers may increase if we added flashing lights, disco music and a tap dance floor to the services.
Waiting for TransCanada 69 at The Black Sheep. Should make for a nice change of pace.
It was all there: love, obsession, and sexy Italian talk!
Gotta go! Eric took the only umbrella.
The Black Sheep, with the covered windows and candles on the tables created an intimate and comfortable space.
Dante did an impressive excerpt at the opening and I am looking forward to seeing how the witty banter and onstage chemistry work through the show.
After MCing with Eric at the opening I am parched. Eric better buy me a drink.
Although their sons 14 year old Harlan and 19 year old Rembrandt lend their talents as well and bring in some stability!
Geez Louise! Where is Oprah Pigfry when you need her?
The village is snortin' at the snout in expectation as we gear up for the Fest!
At 5pm I will share our great Piggyfest with you and everyone who wants to join us!
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