Yawwn.. Oh! House Is Open Bitches!

The 14/48 gobo is like a beacon in the night to the artists in this fest
(or something symbolic like that..)

For the love of all that's good and holy.. WE ARE DOING THIS SHIT AGAIN!

The set pieces are bigger tonight, the audience is trickling in not rushing the stage like yesterday. I mean it's been 80 degrees all damn day. In Seattle! In June! Unheard of! So we get it. Not everyone wants to spend their summer day in a dark theater (like us sick bastards).. but I'm telling you.. that sun will set! Oh YES it will and you should be HERE, because tonight will be even better than last night because that's just what happens. The stakes have been raised!

We have pregnant ladies playing children! There is talk of a time machine! An appearance by Sly Stallone! And, for the love of Pete, Shawn found our 14/48 gobo! Phew!

It has been a pretty mellow weekend from what I saw of everyone's nerves. These are veterans. They've been there, done that. Multiple times! Maybe not in the discipline they pulled, but I really never saw fear in anyone's eyes. The playwrights knocked it out, the designers found the right bits and pieces and created props, sets, and costumes, the band scored original fucking music for chrissakes, the actors found their moments and motivation (alcohol, please..), and the directors found their vision. TWICE!

And after the second show, we celebrate this amazing and talented group of artists within this magical theater community with our own closing night party. And we drink! And then we do this all again next weekend! Dude!

The Mazen Award - topped with a swim cap because why not.