Ah, Monday. Poor, neglected, dead Monday.
No matter how I prodded my Scheduling Spreadsheet, I couldn’t do any better than three shows today, so I opted to tackle Dawson Nichols’ two-hour modern classic I Might Be Edgar Allan Poe at the tail end of the evening. And what an absolute belter it is; it’s one of the shows that I saw way back in 1998 that got me interested in this Fringe theatre stuff, and it’s still easy to see why.
- True Story
- EDGE!
- I Might Be Edgar Allan Poe
I spent some serious time trying to plan out the rest of the Festival season; as a result, I’ve started squirelling away money for cab fares, because there’s some silly hopping between shows coming up. Friday is going to be a bit nerve-wracking; I’m hoping it’ll be worth it.