Monday, June 25, 2012

I Went to a Play Last Night

I went to a play last night.

By that, I mean, I actually drove to the theatre, parked the car, got out, and went into the building instead of speeding past in a panic and driving around for two hours before going back home and pretending to have seen a play.

I figured out the way to conquer my performance anxiety might be to ask someone to accompany me: The obligation of pleasing another person would thus far outweigh any fears I might be harboring of personal humiliation and psychic oblivion, and I could finally begin to get over it.

So that's what I did. I asked my friend Winston to come with me, and when Winston comes with you, you do what Winston says. So there was no backing out. Uh-uh.

And—would you believe it?—I enjoyed myself. I even laughed. Out loud. Something I don't always do, even when I'm enjoying myself and finding something funny.

Maybe sitting on the first row, because that's where Winston said we had to sit, helped. I wouldn't have wanted the actors to see me not laughing and thinking to themselves that it was because I wasn't enjoying myself. If that had happened, they might have become unnerved and thought they weren't doing a good job. Or they might have begun to get irritated with me for not appreciating their hard work. They might even have begun to actively dislike me, a dislike that might have grown into a roiling hatred so intense it would have caused them to say unspeakable things about me behind my back backstage. I know how actors can be.

But the play was funny, and it made me laugh.

It's called An Alien Home Companion & the Titanic Comedy Hour and is being presented through next weekend by the Running with Scissors troupe at the Allways Lounge and Theatre.

Running with Scissors is an established comedy company here in New Orleans that needs no recommendation from me (and, God knows, I'm no critic—I'd prefer to be loved, please and thank you very much); but if they made me laugh, they'll be sure to make you pee in your pants. And if that's not what theatre is all about, then I don't know what it is.

This production also boasts a rare appearance by the troupe's leader, Richard Read. Richard should consider performing more often. As he prepares to enter his middle years, he is still in possession of one of the better-looking asses in the city. And if that's not also what theatre is all about, well, ...

As Kenny Tynan once was wont to gush over his chum, little Larry Olivier, "Talent is cheap, but a great piece of ass is a work of art, and it's art that puts butts in the seats."

8 comments:

  1. We've been trying to get Richard to get his ass on stage for years. Still not sure how it happened. As to his actual ass, it is the least of his charms. (And that's saying something!) Thanks for coming and for all the kind words.

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  2. Thank you, Jack. I was being truthful about my recent phobias, and this little post was a way of expressing my gratitude for the wonderful release I felt last night.

    While I have you here, may I ask one question?

    Yes?

    Thank you.

    My question is this: why do any of you agree to share the stage with Dorian Rush? I understand placing her downstage where you all could keep an eye on her upstaging antics. But even then, no one could stop her!

    Can you tell I'm still relishing last night?

    Way to go. (And congratulations on your script. Do more!)

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  3. On behalf of my ass and the mountaineering, goat-herding Lebanese ancestors who gave it to me: thank you, sugar.


    However, there ain't no "preparing" about my middle years. They're in full swing over here.


    xo

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  4. I know all about ancestors, honey. My Cajun Mouton forebears gave me this over-sized head and the double chins.

    As for middle-age, relax. I've noticed it keeps expanding further upwards as we go along. I've never known so many old middle-aged people in my life.

    Thank you again for a wonderful evening!

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  5. good to know that people pleasing gene can be put to work in a positive way! and glad you had fun.


    glenn, i made my blog private for a while, and i don't have your email to invite you. could you send it to me at 37paddington@gmail.com? Thanks, friend.

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  6. Well, I had to figure out a way to get out of the house! This turned out to be the perfect solution.

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  7. There it's no agreeing or disagreeing with Miss Rush. She WILL have her way and, if you are clever, you will go along for the ride.

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    1. I know the type. (I've ridden a few myself in my day.)

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