Posted by Lacy on May 23, 2008
Thursday was a huge day in Barrel of Monkeys history. We’ve been getting kids to write stories then performing them ourselves for nigh on 10 years now, young whippersnapper. That’s old hat.
We took on a new challenge this year. These kids wrote the show as usual, then, wait for it,
(you are waiting)
PERFORMED IT THEMSELVES, Monkeys-style.
We were all pleased as punch and proud as peacocks and other similes relying heavily on the letter P of these guys.
There were silly hats, tutus, and memorable lines (I give you, “What’s up, my apple?” Use it. For your life.). There was drama, silly dancing, and a fat suit that disintegrated throughout the scene. And after THAT there was pizza, cake, and Capri Sun. I know, I nearly exploded with joy myself. Good thing there were no Lil Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pies there.
“But, Lacy,” you are wondering, “Barrel of Monkeys is comprised of some of the city’s finest actors. How could mere children capture the subtlety and emotional depth that you seasoned professionals do?”
Well, friend, I don’t really know. But I CAN tell you that there was some serious character work between Sassy Apple, Spaghetti #1, and Judge of Pie Eating Contest.