Don’t blink or you’ll miss it

People keep asking me if I’m okay because lately I seem to have developed an even more undead-like glaze than is even normal for my generally deadpan demeanor. I walked to the bank this afternoon and realized I had my eyes closed for most of the Walnut Street portion of my route. I ran into Shawn on the way back from my second trip of the day to Coffee Emporium. I. Am. Tired.


People keep asking me if I’m okay because lately I seem to have developed an even more undead-like glaze than is even normal for my generally deadpan demeanor. I walked to the bank this afternoon and realized I had my eyes closed for most of the Walnut Street portion of my route. I ran into Shawn on the way back from my second trip of the day to Coffee Emporium. I. Am. Tired.

As much as I’m dragging my feet here in the middle of the second week of the festival, I can’t believe how quickly it’s flying. In just four short days I’ll be able to cash in on all the sleep I want, but I’m still trying to dig my heels in a little and let it drag out just a bit longer.

I rather enjoy the heave-ho, all-in, everybody-step-up-and-let’s-do-this busy-ness of the festival. It’s fun. It’s also exhausting. I know I’m going to be happy to have time to myself and motivation to cook something other than oatmeal again, but I’m going to miss the frenetic pace and social exuberance of Fringe. I am enjoying the camaraderie with the artists, the audiences and my coworkers and am loving the new friends I just can’t seem to help but make lately. This is saying a lot for one of the most antisocial, hermitoid people you probably know.

I’m most grateful for the ridiculous moments that, thankfully, continue to pepper what can otherwise be very long, very stressful days. Things like our daily staff meeting somehow getting totally derailed by a seemingly never-ending joke about cartoon unicorns. Things like dropping everything to jump on a Segway and convince a neighborhood barista to be in a silly movie. Running home to grab a bathing suit for the sake of an impromptu joke. Eric pulling me and Alex aside, handing us postcards with rolled up tape stuck to them and instructions to surreptitiously plant them on an artist’s back. I love being surrounded by people who back up a sincere passion for what we do with a freaking ridiculous sense of humor. It’s a bit of a challenge to commit to writing scripts for newscasts and films every day, but I find it so worth the time because it keeps my sights on what I consider to be the most vital things about the festival–imagination, creativity and fun. Possibly overly self-indulgent fun, because I have no idea how amusing our escapades are to anyone else, but amid the sometimes break-neck pace of demands and responsibilities I’m grateful for the laughs nonetheless.

So if I look grumpy, TO’ed or like I want you to die, know that I’m actually having a blast. I am pretty tired though. 🙂