Well, there goes my Pulitzer.
Jan. 18th, 2010 08:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
albadgerI dreamed I was seeing a play (put on by Berkeley Rep, but in San Francisco for some reason), and the play was amazing, and was obviously going to win all sorts of awards, and I remember all sorts of details surronding the play, but I can't remember the play itself at all! Very frustrating. I do know that it made me think that I had to call my parents at the intermission, and I was so long on the phone that I missed getting back in for the second half, and the house manager was going to let me back in to my seat, but I had to sign a complicated release form. "Can I just stand in the standing room area?" I asked.
A look of horror crossed her face. "Oh, no... you can't do that... it's... it's full... of something..."
"Full of standees?" asked I.
Her eyes grew wide. "Not anymore..." and then more patrons came in late, and she rushed off to attend to them.
The house manager was actually in a costume from the play, which made sense, but what didn't was I was in a costume from the play too -- an oversized wool suit, worn down to loose threads and poorly sewn to begin with. I remember this because when the intermission started, I went into the theatre's costume shop and asked the guy there if he'd trim off some of the worst of the dangling threads. He handed me a pair of scissors and returned to his work.
No, wait, I remember more about the play now. Very gothic. There was a young woman who was being sarcastically scolded by an older woman -- apparently the young woman was in charge of a group of children, and the children were dwindling in number. There were two old men, one an outcast and the other revered, but played by the same actor. Dammit! That's not enough for a Pulitzer. I'm calling my folks, maybe I told them more about the play over the phone.
A look of horror crossed her face. "Oh, no... you can't do that... it's... it's full... of something..."
"Full of standees?" asked I.
Her eyes grew wide. "Not anymore..." and then more patrons came in late, and she rushed off to attend to them.
The house manager was actually in a costume from the play, which made sense, but what didn't was I was in a costume from the play too -- an oversized wool suit, worn down to loose threads and poorly sewn to begin with. I remember this because when the intermission started, I went into the theatre's costume shop and asked the guy there if he'd trim off some of the worst of the dangling threads. He handed me a pair of scissors and returned to his work.
No, wait, I remember more about the play now. Very gothic. There was a young woman who was being sarcastically scolded by an older woman -- apparently the young woman was in charge of a group of children, and the children were dwindling in number. There were two old men, one an outcast and the other revered, but played by the same actor. Dammit! That's not enough for a Pulitzer. I'm calling my folks, maybe I told them more about the play over the phone.
