It was a fun frolic in family dysfunction. An awakening for anyone who is or has a storyteller, or twelve, in their family. My favourite bit was Ursula’s rant being abandoned in the woods.
Projectors? We don’t need no sticking projectors.
I was impressed by the number of people that showed up for a Friday 1:30pm performance. Who knew that many people were out and cruising the Fringe mid-day?
I was even given 2 tickets for tonight’s performance of (W)hole of Emily Scheller, which we couldn’t attend but happily handed off to one of Ger’s coworkers.