I married an actor 21 years ago. Rob has been active in Portland's theater community which, in turn, means I attend the theater - when he's in a show. I love musicals and comedies however I have a problem with dramas. And that problem? Falling asleep. I've tried drinking coffee, chewing gum, pinching myself - I've tried it all and I still nod off. Maybe I should just bring a neck pillow and show that the jig is up.
Last Saturday an old friend of mine encouraged us to see a show he directed, Learn To Be Latina, and once I found out it was a comedy I accepted. I loved it. The style, the talent, the music/dancing, the message - I loved it all. And then something happened that burst my "I like theater!" bubble, the appearance of the word INTERMISSION.
To my dismay I am introduced to a board member of the theater who is seated on the other side my husband. *ahem* 'Hello, nice to meet you.' Then the Playwright is pointed out to me. Oh, you mean the guy sitting right in front of me? *gulp* My eyes look for traces of snippiness, or down right loathing headed in my direction from the Playwright but I measure nothing so I silently pray that he didn't hear me. (Which, I believe, is impossible. He is being much more polite that I am.)
Well, well. I did it again. You just can't take me anywhere. Now, where's the remote?