
Thursday, November 16, 2006
So we're ready for our set at the Toronto Sketch Festival tonight. I guess I should say 'to-nite!' since it's an entertainment thing. The Gladstone is:
- *much* nicer than I remember. Honestly, it was a hideous hole the last time I was there.
- home to something called 'The Ploughman's Lunch,' which is something I doubt any badass ploughman would ever eat. Tiny pickled onions, cherry tomatoes, gerkhins, and cold pork with a baguette doesn't scream PLOUGHMAN to me.
Ran into The Imponderables whilst we ate, and the idea of a Olde-Tyme Porkwright was born. I'll see if I can't get it written first.
Not so much worried about tonight, as I am wishing we'd already performed. I always enjoy the feeling of having given a solid performance more than being on stage. And I hate these moments of thinking, "I'm running out of time," even though I don't have anything to do. I'm going to head back early to watch Approximately 3 Peters and Asiansploitation @ 7pm.
I need to find a sweater-vest for the show tonight. Why? Well, you'll have to come out, won't you?