My massive love affair with clown sisters Morro and Jasp has been well-documented in the pages of this dear blog. I was first introduced to them (well, Morro at least) in 2009 at the Big Comedy Go-To (that thing again?). Morro was flying solo that night and put on what I called " the bravest and most endearing pieces of theatre I’ve seen in years" (later on I found out her bit was part of the wildly successful Morro and Jasp do Puberty). Since then, I've followed them to the Toronto Fringe Festival (where I ended up embarrassing myself in Squeeeeee-like proportions when I found out I was standing next to MORRO'S DAD!) and, of course, my well documented adventures at the Next Stage Theatre Festival (which you can read all about here and here.) But then I did something a little stupid. I think I might have taken things a little too far. You see, after what I'm sure was a wild night of drinking with my roommate, I think I may have brought up the clown sisters and, well you can just watch the video from yesterday to see how well that worked out... I booted it out of there so fast under that tablecloth. I'm sure I didn't look suspicious at all.
So I needed to redeem myself. But maybe I should have just bought them a new tablecloth instead.
You guys, I think I have a problem.