Clown Fest
I attended one of the final showings of the New York City Clown Festival this saturday and it was one of the bizarrest sights I've been privy to in a while. It was a one-clown existential pretension fest that ended with an all out homoerotic cuddle session between the clown (who was now wearing nothing but a thong and a red clown nose and was covered in some sort of white goo that he called "spell juice" and used to protect himself from monsters) and a shirtless and very flamboyant audience member while sitting in a small plastic tub. The best part was that I had a full blown clown there with me (Peter's roommate's boyfriend) who could tell me from which schools of clowning the different physical comedy moves were from.
But more importantly, I got my first check on friday and went hog wild.
Also, my class has been selected by my school to write and perform our own play. Very exciting.
But more importantly, I got my first check on friday and went hog wild.
Also, my class has been selected by my school to write and perform our own play. Very exciting.