Season 2 concludes! Unrelated tiny pies eaten!
Nick Wardigo and Producing Artistic Director of Tiny Dynamite, Emma Gibson.
Apologies for taking a month off from blogging, but I felt a little overwhelmed and emotionally unprepared to share my nonsense thoughts about theater. But, break’s over. I’ve finally managed to finish shooting and cutting the second season of Martinis with Nick, and if you hop over to my sister website, you can watch the final episode with Bruce Graham, during which, he talks about such diverse subjects as his love of structure, his hatred of zucchini, and his penchant for swimming in the questionable waters surrounding Centralia. It was a strange season to shoot, fraught with all sorts of curious misadventures, and I’m grateful to Tony Sortino for helping me pull the whole thing together.
In other news, Aurora and I caught a great play over the weekend that was part of Tiny Dynamite’s A Play, a Pie, and a Pint series. They’ve been doing this series for a few years now, and I never got around to checking them out for whatever reason, but I was glad to make the trek into the city on Saturday night to watch this. TD’s website is far better at explaining their program than I can be, but the short of it is, they served mulled wine and wee mincemeat pies right before the forty-minute play was performed in the chapel of a Unitarian Church. Oh, and they had a bagpiper on the corner for promotion. Seriously. I didn’t take a picture of the bagpiper, but you can take my word for it.
Nick Wardigo and actor Kevin Bergen.
Anyway, these guys are the real deal, and if you’re the sort of person who loves the intimacy of a 40-seat venue, you can’t go wrong with them. Their current show ended last night (it was only a 3-show run), but I shot the bull with Producing Artistic Director Emma Gibson, and she told me they were doing more stuff in the spring, so you should definitely keep an eye out.
Tangentially, is everyone aware there are public, adult-sized swing sets on Market Street, just outside 30th Street Station? Aurora and I weren’t. We stepped outside the train station and started heading toward the theater, and boom, swing sets. Impossible to walk past without swinging on. Well done, Philadelphia. I love this town.
Aurora Johansen-Wardigo, swinging away on Market Street.