The festival begins, and my task has been laid out: chronicle my experiences at one of the best comedy festivals in Canada, and make it seem somewhat enticing so that I can justify being here and hopefully get people out to see more shows. I can do that.
Problem is, reviewing comedy shows is a tad redundant.
It's September. It's Toronto. It's unseasonably hot, and I'm sleeping on my friend's couch again for two weeks.