The Wedding Date That Wasn’t Mine
So remember that wedding I went to earlier this summer? Probably not, because it wasn’t my wedding and I don’t generally care for events at which…
Bouncing Off the Walls
Three year olds are like beach balls. They’re round and bright and colorful and when you release them into a hallway, they basically just roll around…
A Page from the Nice Guy’s Playbook
Where were we? Right: Monday night, last week. It’s three days before my show and having just completed a marathon rehearsal with my co-producer, I’m in…
The Full Scoop (Almost)
Now that the Fringe is finally over and my weekend of rest and relaxation (and faculty meetings) has come to a close, it’s time to get…
Come Hell and High Water AND High-Heeled Tap Shoes
I don’t know what to do with myself now that I’m not emailing my co-producer 63 times a day (I swear, if you took a look…
