KCFringe Festival funtimes.
Kansas City did like this:
Shake, shake. Rumble rumble.
Fizszszszszszszszs....
That means good stuff. That's how we talk in Kansas City. I had forgotten but we only speak in inappropriate onomatopoeia that corresponds to something going on in another place. So without boring you with a long Lewis Carroll sounding poem (which I assure you, makes perfect sense in Kansas City) I'll just tell you what happened.
Day 1.
Got nervous. Got to town. Got to work. Got to the show. Got to work.
Got relieved. Got full of pizza and alcohol.
Day 2.
Got confused. Got listed in the paper at 6pm. Got listed on the internet at 7:30. Got curious. Got on the phone. Got offered both shows. Got to do two shows. Got very hot. Got sweaty. Got a tired but receptive audience. Got to see old friends. Got a drunk Jose' Tovar stealing my bits.
Day 3.
Got a lot of time to spend with friends and family. Got to see the baby Jaxon again. Got vomitted on by baby Jaxon. Got vomit removed. Got dropped off for final show. Got to see more old friends at show. (Got picture in paper. Got friends that remember my face.) Got inspired. Got bonus material. Got positive response for whole weekend.
By the way. some show related highlights would include causing two people to get up and walk out the door after my review of the Bible, watching a cameraman from the local news come in with his six year old daughter and start setting up his camera just in time for me to start doing my all cussing song (they left), and meeting someone who's father has my mothers exact birthday.
Take that other people!
Shake, shake. Rumble rumble.
Fizszszszszszszszs....
That means good stuff. That's how we talk in Kansas City. I had forgotten but we only speak in inappropriate onomatopoeia that corresponds to something going on in another place. So without boring you with a long Lewis Carroll sounding poem (which I assure you, makes perfect sense in Kansas City) I'll just tell you what happened.
Day 1.
Got nervous. Got to town. Got to work. Got to the show. Got to work.
Got relieved. Got full of pizza and alcohol.
Day 2.
Got confused. Got listed in the paper at 6pm. Got listed on the internet at 7:30. Got curious. Got on the phone. Got offered both shows. Got to do two shows. Got very hot. Got sweaty. Got a tired but receptive audience. Got to see old friends. Got a drunk Jose' Tovar stealing my bits.
Day 3.
Got a lot of time to spend with friends and family. Got to see the baby Jaxon again. Got vomitted on by baby Jaxon. Got vomit removed. Got dropped off for final show. Got to see more old friends at show. (Got picture in paper. Got friends that remember my face.) Got inspired. Got bonus material. Got positive response for whole weekend.
By the way. some show related highlights would include causing two people to get up and walk out the door after my review of the Bible, watching a cameraman from the local news come in with his six year old daughter and start setting up his camera just in time for me to start doing my all cussing song (they left), and meeting someone who's father has my mothers exact birthday.
Take that other people!
posted by Churchill at 5:57 PM
2 Comments:
Read your Blog.
Sounds great.
Excpet the Vomit part.
Well vomit removed is good.
Thanks for the update!
;-)
thanks for coming back to town and doing your show.
it was awesome.
hope to see you here in kc again.
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