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- The gang was still bright eyed and bushy tailed at hour ten.
It’s safe to say that when I agreed to sit in the iO Theater for 12 straight hours for this past Saturday’s Hijinks Fest I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Heck, the performers couldn’t even predict what was going to happen since they’d never done anything like it before. But somehow, there we were, all standing and laughing and reeking ever so slightly of cheap beer on a Sunday morning.
12:06 PM Ordered my first PBR to keep up with the Hijinks drinking game, which will likely be the death of us all today.
2:13 PM A young lady dressed as an old woman coaxes me into a psychic reading in the iO’s event space where friends of Hijinks are doing crafts, wrestling each other, and posing for photos. While lying next to the psychic on the cement floor I’m told that something will soon burst forth from my loins and that I should buy a scratch-off lottery ticket. I’m four beers in, and I totally believe her.
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- Girls rule, boys drool!
8:20 PM After riding around the city on a trolley while Hijinks yelled jokes at strangers on the street, performed a few sketches, and picked up a few delightfully placed guests from various street corners, I decide it’s time to switch to liquor. Maybe it’s my tipsiness, but the cast seems like it’s at its best while performing a pretty straight performance of Arthur Miller’s The Crucible—well, pretty straight if you don’t count all those Robocop references.
