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"Who steals a pink lighter? Who even WANTS a pink lighter?" |
"Hello, female. I have consumed enough alcoholic beverages for you to look appealing enough to copulate with. My name is SteveBrad 3000, and I am coincidentally from the same faculty as you!...Take off your pants." |
"Anyways, I accidentally threw him in the river and drank his other beer. He was boring." |
"Looks like Super Pass-Out mix did a number on itself." |
Pink Lighter The Pink Lighter play, which was officially named The Glory, Sorrow and Insignificance of a Pink Lighter in the end, was my first foray into theatre. The year before I had a bit part in my roommate Chad's play, where I was a big stupid prison guard who's primary duties consisted of handcuffing a girl to a chair and getting shot in the back of the head. Although I made a ridiculous actor, even for a cameo, the whole atmosphere around Fringe Festival seemed really cool - a sense of comraderie and cliquishness. "Well I like cliques!" I thought, and set about writing the Pink Lighter play for the following festival. The experience was better than I ever could have imagined. The writing itself was a little rough - I hadn't even finished the final scene by the time we had to cast actors, and forced everybody to wait until I wrote the conclusion over winter break. The concept of the Pink Lighter play was largely based on this column I wrote for the Cord. There was a fairly large dash of Seinfeld-esque observational humour as well, targeted at a university audience savvy in the ways of alcoholism, drugs and fucked up relationships. There were times when I thought I would never finish this bastard, but it turned out beautifully in the end. The directing was fun - me and Meegan established right away that I was going to be the 'good cop' and she was going to be the 'bad cop.' However, our roles somehow reversed from time to time, particularly when I went on a bender and beat all the actors with a stick for dropping their lines. Our rehearsals in my basement frequently ended in hilarity, and I sincerely believe that our cast was more tightly knit than any other in Fringe festival that year. Our cast was a particularly strong group and I miss them dearly. The performances were near-flawless, from a directorial viewpoint. Everyone stepped up their game and the shows almost brought tears to my eyes. I suppose that it was somewhat similar to watching your child ride a bike or smoke a cigarette (haha jokes) for the first time - a profound sense of wonder and pride. Borderline indescribable.
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