More fringing

We saw two shows on Tuesday, and two on Wednesday. Not a disappointment among them. We are Fringe stars!

Dishpig: Very funny one-man show about life as a dishwasher, co-written with TJ Dawe, which is why I wanted to go. Yes, I am that predictable. As with most one-person shows, it's the performer that makes the material interesting, but I actually worked as a dishwasher one summer, and this brought back some terrible memories. I used to have dreams every night about washing the floors! Anyway, it was very frenetic and entertaining.

Expiry Dating: Written by and starring our very own girldetective! It was a very funny show about dating on a deadline, and I could totally hear A's voice in the writing, which was awesome.

Fuck Off and Die: Tales in Teen Angst Poetry: Bad poetry. Bad poetry written by a 13-year-old. Bad poetry written by a 13-year-old performed with over-the-top interpretation. Seriously, how can you miss?

Gibberish: Chris Gibb, the performer, asked us all not to describe the show because then it sounds really bad, so let me just say he is a funny, funny man, and the audience was killing themselves. Also, backflips. Seriously.

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When I went to the baseball game 3 weeks ago, it was a very last minute thing - he was downtown already, someone had just given him tickets, could I be there soon? So I was running out the door when I realized that it was lunchtime and I should grab something to eat. I went to the health food store that's sort of on the way to the subway, and grabbed a wrap. There were 2 people in front of me in line. The first person tried about 3 different credit cards before finally paying with cash. Which took forever, and I was getting panicked about how long it was taking. And then the second person had a huge order to pick up, things in the back, things that needed to be boxed up, large complicated order.

At which point I realized I was totally late, so I put the wrap on the counter, apologized, said I couldn't wait, and ran out the door.

Today I went to the health food store, for possibly the first time since then. While I was paying, the owner informed said, "You know, when you were here for that sandwich, you could have just taken it and paid me later. I know you, you come in here all the time."

Seriously? I mean, a) it's three weeks later, I'm amazed he remembered the incident, and b) it's not exactly a small city I live in. But it's good to know that if I ever lose my job, burn through my savings account, and have nothing to eat, I can get something on credit from the health food store. Of course, then I'd have to move, because I wouldn't have the money to pay him the next time, but still.

Now I just have to overcome my ISSUES with going to food places where people know me. Please don't judge me by my groceries!