I give my two-play day the tweet treatment.
By Hannah Wallace
(Yeah, so, this is a blog. But for today, it’s my low-tech Twitter, too.)
10:39 a.m. At work. Calling Mom to confirm matinee tix; emailing Mrs. Harrible re: evening tix for the hockey peeps.
12:57 p.m. Leaving for the theater to catch Mom before half-hour.
1:10 p.m. At theater. Getting tonight’s tix from Mrs. H. on the third floor. Busy day for her—she says state arts funding might be cut to $0.
1:16 p.m. Visiting Mom on stage during light check. Correctly identified that smell as “chemical fog.”
1:20 p.m. Eating brown-bag lunch with Mom out front. Wow, it’s hot outside. Must be worse for her—she’s in her “work uniform”—all black.
1:47 p.m. Hah! CCB’s hobbling in from the parking lot. That boxing session on Monday really kicked his ass.
2:02 p.m. Winter’s Tale curtain up. Nice, plain set. Works for Shakespeare.
3:15 p.m. Intermission. Digging the performances. Actors really understand what they’re saying. But where the hell did that bear come from?
3:45 p.m. I can’t help it: ’60s music makes me smile uncontrollably.
4:47 p.m. Curtain down. Y’know, I really liked that. Surprisingly cohesive. Visiting Mom in stage manager’s booth. She’s loving this production.
5:12 p.m. Going to the ‘rents’ house. Dad cleaned out the attic, found a usable suitcase and my old cast net.
6:15 p.m. Heading to Flying Dog for a sandwich and a pint. Little J’s on his way, too.
7:35 p.m. Our bill is labeled “CCB” on the computer. (Little J’s was “newguy.”) Back to the theater now, CCB and Little J in tow.
7:46 p.m. Hockey players in a big circle out front to greet us. Krazy Kevin looks all snazzy. He brought his mom.
8:01 p.m. Murderers curtain up. Dude, the balcony seating is waaaay up there. Totally full, though.
8:11 p.m. Great, someone’s eating something that requires continuous crinkling of a cellophane wrapper. Sounds like a damn candy cane.
8:42 p.m. The woman in front of me is eating M&Ms ONE AT A TIME. The bag is LOUD.
8:44 p.m. Still hear frigging M&Ms. Taking off my shoe to beat with. Inspired by Annie Morrison, 200 feet below us, talking about poisoning people.
8:49 p.m. SHE’S STILL EATING THEM ONE AT A TIME. CCB took my shoe.
8:53 p.m. Still munching away. Must be a king size? CCB just gave me my shoe back.
8:55 p.m. “FOR THE LOVE OF MIKE, JUST TAKE THEM ALL OUT OF THE BAG!” Blessed silence. Woman next to me grinning, nodding in approval.
9:35 p.m. Curtain down. Actor talk-back starting. Hockey players really enjoyed it. Krazy Kevin’s got a new nickname from the show: “Young Young”
10:15 p.m. Home again, finally. DVRed Hell’s Kitchen. Isn’t Danny from Sarasota? Wonder if he’d like theater tickets in exchange for an interview.
11:08 p.m. Bedtime. Looking forward to dreams of hippies and murderers. G’night!