I've always maintained that one of the best things about attending an unjuried Fringe Festival such as the one we have annually here in San Francisco is the crapshoot aspect. Visit one theater to watch a scantily clad girlfriend and her bend-over boyfriend give a lecture on the sexual practice of "pegging" (complete with songs accompanied by a toy glockenspiel and live demonstration); visit another to experience a truncated Greek tragedy complete with hairy guys in togas... More >>>