You may be thinking, ‘A courtyard – you’re crazy! That isn’t sexy. It’s just an open space partial or completely enclosed by walls or buildings. Stop talking crazy!’
I feel where you’re coming from, but this ain’t your grandmother’s medieval castle, cobble-stoned, fountain-feature courtyard. This is the Ottawa Fringe Courtyard – a mecca of food, drink and sexually charged energy that only happens for ten days every year!
Please don’t misunderstand me. There are no orgies nor are there and overabundance of sloppy pubic make-outs*. But there’s something. People hug more, smile more and look at one another with sultry appreciation. The writers, directors, performers and producers are alight with creative energy.
Also? There’s booze. Thus far I’ve been driving and therefore, not drinking but even without the social lubricant of alcohol I’ve been feeling the Courtyard high and enjoying myself immensely. With so many people I like (and like like) milling about, I’ve been having an awfully good time between shows – while honouring all the agreed upon boundaries of my marriage, of course.
In fact, what I enjoy most are the conversations. Take last night for example. I spent several hours indulging my socially promiscuous side with Wayne, Jan, Stylin’ Jes and Gametes and Gonads wunderkind Jeff Leard. Topics of conversation included:
Where to buy a life-size condom suit. (The answer is eBay!)
My Fringe crush on Vernus superstar Ken Godmere.
My general crush on Fringe CEO Natalie Joy Quesnel.
The yays and nays of open relationships.
Stylin’ Jes and her hawtness.
Men who look mighty fine in a pair women’s pants.
Wayne and his hawtness.
The effect of pubic grooming as it relates to oral sex.
Breasts and flirting are by no means mandatory in the Courtyard. But my friends’ conversation is indicative of the general relaxed, feel-good attitude that epitomizes the Courtyard experience. The combination of good people, good food and a whole lot of theatre coalesce in a perfect blend of summer bliss. It’s a mighty good feeling!
So if you’re in my neck of the wood, come on down to open space partially enclosed by the walls of Arts’ Court. There are no cobblestones or fountains, but there is one hell of a good time!