Tonight, Natasha and I hit the Fringe together, and took in Greg's play.

Mr. Fox is absolutely hilarious!

Before the show, I asked Natasha if she thought Greg would don a fox suit or head as part of the performance. It turned out that he didn't use any costuming or any props other than a chair and a portable stereo: he didn't need them.

He probably could have used some Ritalin.

Greg threw himself into the role of Mr. Fox with such enthusiasm that I could have sworn his hands had swollen into giant cartoon mittens. The show opened with him running in from the back to interact with the crowd: the first lucky volunteer being me, who he grabbed by the shoulder and waved at about six inches from my face so violently that I felt like he was shaking me. I pretty much reacted by giggling uncontrolably and curling into the fetal positon.

If it hadn't been Greg, I probably would have screamed ... or peed.

Just the minute before that, I noticed that seating was becoming scarce and thought, "I am NOT moving my purse from the seat next to me!". That's karma for you ...

In the last minutes of the play, Greg mentions tearing off his mascot head in an emergency, and actually managed to get a gasp from someone in the crowd: one of the cardinal mascot rules is to NEVER remove your head in public. My only criticism of the performanace was that both Natasha and I mistaked Greg's impression of the female station manager for an effeminate gay man.

Mr. Fox is even better than Dishpig! Don't miss it!!!

Greg's remaining shows are:

Tuesday, August 5th at 2PM
Wednesday, August 6th at 4PM
Thursday, August 7th at 6PM
Friday, August 8th at 8PM