Wow. Whoda thunk that, a week after the festival, most of you would still be commenting? Seems a lot of you had a very good time indeed.

But probably not as much as Helena D. Lewis.

We heard reports that there were anywhere between 1,500 to 2,000 people downtown on Friday and Saturday which, um, is a lot of people.

It’s always fun to watch performers mature and come into themselves during the theater festival. Performers are working on their craft when they’re not in town during the year, and its nice to watch them on the top of their game.

Browse through the headshots and the business cards scattered across the tables in the mezzanine of the Marriott Hotel, and one thing pops out:

Most of the people hustling for gigs are black.

Let’s face it: being an artist ain’t easy.

Playwrights and actors can spend hundreds of dollars photocopying their plays and headshots and promo flyers. At times, the copying prices can get a little steep. So if you’re an artist, you’re constantly looking for a place to print your documents on the cheap. As a result, savvy printing companies regularly advertise at the festival.

Midnight readings.  Large scale parties. Clubbing.  Lots and lots and lots of jazz.

At least one person has told us that she can’t get to many of the plays this year, because the ticket prices are too high.

What do you do when you come across the script for one of the most popular shows at the festival?  Do you keep it?  Do you sell it on eBay? Do you browse through it and put it down?

Call in the Law of Unintended Consequences.

Let’s face it.  Part of the lure of the theater festival are the parties. The Marriott Hotel is awash in partygoers from Monday to Saturday, and choosing exactly where to get that rum and Coke can be tough.