To go or not to go… tis my ambivalence
Since 1995 I have been going up to San Francisco to attend the annual Fringe Festival . This was even before the Rogue was a glimmer in anyone’s eye. I treated it as my “creative rejuvenation weekend” and would wait in anticipation for at least a month counting the days. When the day finally arrived I would drive or train up and have a glorious long weekend taking it all in.
Then, we started the Rogue… and those sojourns up to the festival became a working vacation. The difference being (apart from checking out and stumping for acts) that now there was a small gang that went up with me. The trips now also included group shenanigans that always added more spicy fun and entertainment to the trip.
This year however I have mixed feelings about going… actually more like ambivalence. I am always creatively renewed by the trip… and this year more than most I sorely need the break… but it’s 2 weeks away (I can get a great deal at a hotel plus one of my favorite theatre groups is performing) but I’m just not feeling it at the moment.






