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Things I knew going in:
- claims to America's longest running play every Saturday since 1953 (I think we're all just going to ignore that covid happened).
- comedy about the evils of alcohol
- audience participation what with the cheering the hero, and booing, tomato throwing at the villain
- volunteer cast with all money going to local nonprofits
This thing was like the visual interpretation of too long; didn't read.
There was plenty of alcohol being served. I did not drink near as much as I should have.
Wow, Friend A, who had already seen it once and was patiently living through her suffering, leaned over at about the fourth (OF WAY TOO MANY) curtain drop and asked me how much I hated it. I blinked at her and immediately said ten and a half. The birthday friend and other friend were loving it though.
At one point the villain made a joke and the crowd booed and hissed like they were supposed to, but it just morbid enough that I thought it was hilarious and laughed SO LOUD. People turned to grin at me so I shouted up at the stage that that had been the only funny joke the whole night. The paused so the villain could tip his hat to me and then they carried on.
It was so bad. I loved it. It was . . . an experience.
So the day had and hour and a half of DnD where my borrowed character ate frog legs and stabbed a Beholder, tacos, THAT TERRIBLE PLAY and I didn't even mention being held hostage by the old timey piano player and cowboy magician, and finally a couple of games of Ticket to Ride before I drove home after midnight. I was very pleased.
- claims to America's longest running play every Saturday since 1953 (I think we're all just going to ignore that covid happened).
- comedy about the evils of alcohol
- audience participation what with the cheering the hero, and booing, tomato throwing at the villain
- volunteer cast with all money going to local nonprofits
This thing was like the visual interpretation of too long; didn't read.
There was plenty of alcohol being served. I did not drink near as much as I should have.
Wow, Friend A, who had already seen it once and was patiently living through her suffering, leaned over at about the fourth (OF WAY TOO MANY) curtain drop and asked me how much I hated it. I blinked at her and immediately said ten and a half. The birthday friend and other friend were loving it though.
At one point the villain made a joke and the crowd booed and hissed like they were supposed to, but it just morbid enough that I thought it was hilarious and laughed SO LOUD. People turned to grin at me so I shouted up at the stage that that had been the only funny joke the whole night. The paused so the villain could tip his hat to me and then they carried on.
It was so bad. I loved it. It was . . . an experience.
So the day had and hour and a half of DnD where my borrowed character ate frog legs and stabbed a Beholder, tacos, THAT TERRIBLE PLAY and I didn't even mention being held hostage by the old timey piano player and cowboy magician, and finally a couple of games of Ticket to Ride before I drove home after midnight. I was very pleased.
