The Fringe Festival

Melbourne is a city of festivals. There is seemingly always some festival occurring in this fine city, and I don't mean the kind with booths and barbecues and face painting (although I'm sure they have their fair share of those too), I mean the kind with events scattered over a few weeks at a smattering of local venues. We just finished the Writer's Fesitval, next is the Arts Festival, and we are currently engulfed in the Fringe Festival.

What is a Fringe Festival? I feel that in some ways the name itself deterred my interest initially just because the word "fringe" doesn't necessarily invoke me to think, "stuff I'm interested in". Alana, however, was fortunately feeling pro-active this weekend and chose a little show for us to go to, which ended up being very fun and cool. I guess the festival is just a bunch of shows playing all around town - comedy shows, little plays and stuff like that - that are short and are relatively cheap to attend. Pictured above are the three of us being not nearly "fringe" enough to attend the festival, but going anyway. Notice that Alana is the same height as Kane from the knee up...so cute.

We saw a little comedy play called "The Last Bucket of Water" which was about the end of the world and guarding the last existing bucket of water, which, as luck would have it, turned out to be possessed. It had only 3 people in it (the play, not the bucket), and the audience was about 25 people. I've seen Patrick in a play like that once, and found it weird that he could see me just as easily as I could see him. I could have high fived him if I had wanted to. I digress; this play was very good and funny (Patrick's was good too, just for the record).

So that was the weekend, aside from watching the debates (which we were fortunate not only to have shown here, but also that they were at a reasonable time - live at 11am Saturday) and avoiding the madness of the Footy Grand Final, which is equivalent to the Super Bowl. The Hawks won, just in case you were wondering. It was probably epic, but, like football, I don't know the rules, don't really care anyway, and only like teams based on their team colors. The Hawks are brown and yellow - totally gross, I would have never been rooting for them.

I worked today because our office is still swamped; we will now take our trip to the States sans vacation debt. We also downloaded an album by The Darkness, which appears to rock. Hope you have a good week! (yes, you!)