I love the Adelaide Fringe. It’s a time of year in this small town where the weather is great, new people are about from all over the country and afar, amazingly awesome performances abound. The only thing that limits you is how much you have in your bank account. It’s great to be in this city for ‘Mad March’ and you feel like Adelaide might be an alright place and everything’s not lost…
… eye spy with my little eye
The trick to avoiding that massive hour+ long cue is to buy a ticket to a show. The fun of it being that you don’t know what is not going to be sold out and what kind of performance you’re in for…
… some cabaret/burlesque/comedy with additional help from a motley crew
Very cool… fourth & fifth down
… =D
Word spread of a secret bar (which after the first night wasn’t really a secret) but what had changed was that you now needed to know the password to get in. AMAZING. So after hearing the clues from the door guy; It’s somewhere in that direction (points), you can put it in a drink and it’s nine letters long… ??!!?? T. knew the doorguy but after offering to tell us the password and our insistance to then guess, after three failed tries he wouldn’t tell us =(.. he now wanted us to use our brains. So standing around and trying to listen in everytime someone came and guessed; some were right, others rejected and resigned to continue searching. Two slightly drunkish – some would call them oafs – had seen what was going on and wanted a piece. After hearing the clues and guessing twice.. they got it! Cranberry! Never judge a book by its cover.. then again the question was related to alcohol =P And we were in…
Down the rabbit hole…
Viola!..
A hidden oasis where the performers and smarty-pants come to drink…
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… the ‘Prohibition Mule’ in my kind of glass
Smiley faces = excited to see the show ‘Soap’. Lithe, toned and wet boys and girls writhing around in bathtubs, hilarious & horny female “Charlie Chapman” style joker, acrobatics, aerial artistry and a love triangle thrown into the mix…
… and then this was the moment some worker/party-pooper said no photography allowed and I had to resign my camera for the night.
