We opened Take Me Out last night, and I realize I have no knowledge of how to read an audience. Or maybe I do and just don't want to admit it to myself. A lot of the people who were there were friends of mine who politely shied away from me without making comments during intermissions and at the end.
I'm wondering today if most of the audience had an inkling of what the play was about before coming to the show. I'm thinking they might have thought it would be a frivolous comedy with lots of naked men prancing around.
It actually requires thought and a knowledge of the English language beyond fifth grade.
At least I didn't use my real name as director.
Before the show, while speaking with the house manager, I asked, "Do I really need to carry that walkie-talkie around with me again tonight?"
And he said, "Actually, no. Your work is done."
That hurt. As much as I've been writing about how this development was inevitable, it hurt.
Poor me, baby needs a hug.
Aggravation Anxiety April Fool Bitchiness Bobby BP Burning in Hell Bush Calme au Blanc Catholic Church Charlotte Cushman Cobalt Blue Confusion Crime Daily Life Dangling Conversations Deep Thoughts Depravity Depression Divertissement Embarrassing Moments Family Friends Frozen Fun Gay Gertrude Stein and a Companion Glass Menagerie Good Things Government Gustav Hate Holidays Hope Hugging the Shoulder Humid City Humor Hurricanes Internets Jesus Justice Katrina Latrine Life in the Quarter Louisiana Mardi Gras Mark Rylance Movie Stars Music Nagin New Orleans News Nighthawks NOLA Partee Obits Our-Leaders-in-Their-Wisdom Outlaw City Personal Photography Pity Post Politics R I P Religion Retirement Righteous Shit Sadness Saints Search-Engine Crap Sex Sick Humor Silly Stuff Southern Decadence Striking Words Stupid Shit Take Me Out Tattoos Tennessee Williams The End The Human Comedy Theatre Thinking Blogger Award Thrill Me Treme Valhalla War Weekly Photo Challenge Weird Shit