This Saturday March 14, you can catch the honorable Ms. Rachel Teagle performing with Bryant Lake Bowl.Women Stand Up! is a smorgasbord of comedy styles from the Twin Cities' top female comedians. Performers run the gamut in experience and disciplines within the umbrella of comedy, including: stand-up comedians, improvisers, sketch comics, slam poets, singers, storytellers and a bit of everything in-between. Rachel will be doing stand up, mostly about dinosaurs.
So come on down to the Bryant Lake Bowl Theater, Saturday, March 14th, 2009, 10:00 pm, doors at 9:30. Only $8 with a Fringe button or $12-15 pay what you can.
Reservations: 612- 825-8949 / or on the website
Over at Bedlam Theatre, the magnanimous Mr. Egerman is working on their new show "Come to Dada" and maintaining an awesome dream blog. Have a weird dream lately? Submit it to the blogmaster and they’ll post it on the blog and use it as source material for their show.
Here’s a taste of what’s already up there:
I had just arrived in an airport in South Korea. I was talking to someone on the escalator about how everything here is made of paper pulp – hotel sheets, hairbrushes, even the walls of some of the buildings. It’s the new plastic, I remark. Then, I’m met by George Takei, who was coming to pick me up, and he hands me an enormous bouquet of parsley. He decides it’s time for pictures, so he passes off his camera and begins striking wacky poses behind me, as I brandish my parsley in confusion. It takes me a while to get into it, but eventually I decide it’s fun to make faces with George Takei, and as each picture is snapped, the “screen” of the dream goes white and I can see the photograph that was taken, like a cheesy photo booth montage from the makeover scene of some high school movie. Once we’re done taking pictures, we go to the hotel, which looks like someone’s storage lockers. There is wire mesh over the front walls, and they are all decorated with pictures of people that have been cut out and taped all over.
Then my boyfriend wakes me up. I tell him about my dream and how weird it was. He laughs about how much fun George Takei is, and reminds me that it’s time for summer camp. I’d been sleeping in a bunk bed, so I climb down and run outside to the picnic tables where people are doing arts and crafts and eating hot dogs. At the table across from us, a camper has a carton of orange juice and a carton of Corona beer – it’s white with blue and yellow writing on it that clearly states that it’s full of beer. My friend Jenny, who was making a beaded animal at the time, says that he’s going to get in big trouble when the counselors find out.
Then I actually wake up in neither summer camp nor South Korea, and sadly devoid of parsley.
So send your dreams to “dreams AT bedlamtheatre.org” and check out the blog. This should be crazy...
