I'm going to try to get to Ithaca this weekend to see my former sketch-comedy troupe perform their hearts out. Facebook also tells me that rival/allied comedy troupe the Skits-O-Phrenics are using "There Will Be Fudd" as their show title for the Spring season, complete with poster. Oh well, as long as *someone's* using it.
Fuck, man. Driving six hours to Ithaca and then back in one weekend? I must be fucking nuts. But I've been promising and promising I'd make one of their shows since I left over a year ago. Put up or shut up time. The only reason I'd stay home is if Becca needs me to care for her since she's getting over what I had.