Show Day #18: Detroit, MI
I was on a recon mission with Renee for a certain caffeinated beverage from a certain multinational corporation known for its ability to make well-adjusted and addiction-free citizens behave like deranged junkies who'd rob their grandma for green tea frappuccino change. And for being ABSOLUTELY F'ING EVERYWHERE. And for medical coverage for part-time employees.
Anyway. We were walking up the sidewalk, glanced at the Royal Oak Theatre's marquise and saw that the N had fallen off NIGHTS.
Renee saw the N laying alone and somewhat sadly on the concrete.
Renee: 'Grab it!'
I ran to the N, grabbed it, and started to stuff the N into my bag, feeling a heightened (and unwarranted) sense of secrecy and urgency, when Renee came up with the next great idea of the day: Take Benise dancer-ish photos of ourselves and N.
Later that day we noticed that FIRE had lost its E. We looked for it but couldn't find the E so we decided to go back inside and get to work.