Burning the Midnight Oil at Sketchfest
(posted by t.j. peters)
Today I journey. I’ve packed all the essentials: one pair of underwear, a book of Mad Libs®, a road trip apple pie, all the Burger King® gift cards I accrued over the holidays, and my inalienable, Patch Adams-esque passion for orphans. Just as these items are packed in my suitcase, I am too essentially a piece of luggage in the cargo deck of sketch comedy group The Midnight Show as we travel to the San Francisco Sketchfest.
For the better part of their year and a half run at the UCB Theatre L.A., I’ve been attending The Midnight Show on the first Saturday of every month – starting at (roughly) midnight – and for a smaller percentage of that time, had the pleasure of chain smoking and drinking whisky on the front porch of the “Midnight Mansion”, the veritable Bat Cave where most of the group resides. Now, as a fan and a friend, I’m looking forward to a long weekend of TMS’s break-neck sketch comedy at Sketchfest.
If you’re in the San Francisco area and want your weekend to matter, here’s a reason to check out The Midnight Show:
And if balls falling out of jean shorts isn’t your fancy, then go fuck yourself. However, alternatively, please do no fuck yourself while watching those fancy balls fall out of their jean shorts. Instead, occupy your perverted mind with one of the smartest sketches I’ve ever seen:
I’m serious, folks. Tickets are still available for Friday (featuring John Ennis, Mr. Show) and Saturday (featuring Trevor Moore, The Whitest Kids U’ Know), so do yourself a favor and check it out. As for me, though I plan to document the trip as accurately as possible, my hope and intention is to report based on the fragmented reality left over from what will surely be a very fun weekend. Check back in the days to come for my Sketchfest updates.
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