This is it.

The final party at Joe's Garage was a lot of fun. Everyone talks about it, but the Minnesota Fringe has an amazing sense of community that isn't to be found at any other Fringe Festival in the world. We're all out to support each other here, not compete. I mean, everyone hopes that their show will be the best-selling, runaway hit that they know it deserves to be, but most of us are ok with being the Best of the Fringe That Nobody Saw. Well, not Nobody. A lot of really smart Somebodies saw our show and I can't thank them enough for all the honest feedback they've given us.

So the party was fun. I talked with people I knew, I talked with people I just met for the first time. I had mashed potatoes. I shivered in the cool wind until Kiseung gave me his sweater (so chivalrous). I hugged lots of people. I was hugged by lots of people. I tried to remain nonchalant when I saw Fringe photographers out of the corner of my eyes. I saw Shundreya!

And now it's over. I'm too busy to really miss it, but I think I do, just a little, way down deep. And I can see why people try to be a part of it every year: it's addictive, that working for free and creating art. Highly addictive.

And now I really must sleep, something I didn't do a lot of during the Fringe. I have another shoot in the morning at 8 am. Also working for free creating art. Yes!

(This may very well be my last 'Jordan' entry for some time, if ever. I'm hoping this project does grow, but until then, au revior. Read my other blog if you absolutely must have more of me. :))