Reminder – there’s still more Capital Fringe 2015. Catch the last shows in Extension Week this weekend.
Here, Fringe Binge remembers hanging out in the bar (which Fringe Bing names “the Best in DC”) and catching the music. This closing weekend, DJ’s will be spinning sounds at Fringe.
Aug 1 — Saturday I tried to engage a friend in coming out to see a play with me. I had come close but social anxiety made it alas too difficult. I did, however, have a drink and listen to some music.
This is the description from the Fringe website:
“If your soul is downright weary from the burdens of everyday life, let this night, crafted by Janel and Anthony, transport you from the mundane matters of the world to the Fringe Festival where you can let rhythm and song claim you for a few hours.”
Sounds good to me. One guy bought the band drinks. One woman called out for them to come back often.
Inside I drank a beer and listened to more music.
Sunday I went to see awards and it was super packed with people. So I mostly saw people. Waves of applause and cheers moved through them. They were all dressed in their Fringe finery and flush with excitement. I soaked in the flush finery for a while and then went for a bit of a walk and some fresh air.
When I returned, I got to talking with one of the staff working security at the front, with the ID checking and the hand stamping. He expressed that he was tired from working so many hours. I was worried I might be a bother but he suggested I was keeping him awake, especially with the nice jazz the band is playing. Good for relaxing with a cocktail but that is not what he is doing. I expressed my sympathies and then saw someone I recognized from the crowd at Dance of the Cranes. We went outside for some fresh air and talked about how socially awkward we are. I think we might have made friends. Yay! I met some of her friends, who were all part of the production. They seemed super tired.
I sat down to collect my thoughts and resolved to go home at a reasonable hour because I was also super tired. Then I looked up and saw some guy dressed in this traditional garb. He was grinning down at me and I smiled back. He decided I’m his friend and then introduced me to people in Plank Stompers and Afrolachian Connection and they all seemed really neat and friendly.
I enjoyed the music and ended up staying to the end of the show. In their demand for an encore, the audience started stomping and one guy started shouting something like “Keep the Fringe going forever!” I got a CD.
That was fun. I’m really tired.
