Like we said before, you never really quite know what you’re going to get at the San Francisco Fringe Festival. But last night we did a marathon Fringe, seeing three shows between 7 p.m. and 11 p.m. that ran the spectrum between existential absurdity to full-out hysterical, offensive comedy, and a rock show. We had the perfect Fringe experience.

We started out with conceived and performed by Gillian Chadsey and Michelle Talgarow, a wonderfully cheeky study in trying to make it through the day--or through life--in one piece. Amidst a stage littered with desks, chairs and vintage luggage, Chadsey, as "A," picks up a suitcase and frantically runs in place. She falls, gets up, runs, and falls again. "This is my routine," she explains. Indeed, "A" and "B" (Talgarow) desperately try to get from "here" to "there," without screwing things up too much along the way. This collage of movement, dialogue, anything, includes humorous passages on everything from getting ready in the morning to a list of self-criticism ("my butt is like a wall") to an explanation of why they can never "start my shit" to a wonderfully absurd rendition of Internet personal ads using little plastic figurines. Some may find Go strays at times into self-indulgence, but Chadsey and Talgarow are studied, professional actors and thoughtful creators, which is what sets this show apart from most navel-gazing, amateurish performance art.

Go: A Life in Progress,