When Henry and I started this blog, we intended it to be a source of humorous literary joy, and not a quotidian update of our largely uninteresting lives. However, at the request of Enny, I feel I must provide our readers - all four of them! - with an update.
I did go and see the play last night. I wasn't entirely sure how the company would react to seeing me again - whether I'd be the heroic man of the crazy ambulance-calling party antics, or the sad bastard who ruined their erstwhile fantastic night. It didn't take long to realise I was comfortably in the former category. Not only did five people rush to shake my hand as soon as I got through the door, but once I had bought my ticket I was offered a free lager.
I explained to people I couldn't even remember meeting that yes, my friend was fine, and that by the end of the week it would be like nothing had ever happened. I was told that the whole place had been worried for days. If they'd known my friend's address, they would have sent flowers.
The play itself was extraordinarily good, pushing itself slowly toward a conclusion so tense it made the entire sell-out audience squirming with discomfort. (Compliment.)
And I spent the rest of the night there, drinking cheap lager and getting to know the world of theatre. As for Friday's bartender/actress, well, there was nothing much to it. In fact, for hours the actual performers were locked in deep debate with the director and the writer about the intricacies of their interpretation. From afar, these conversations seemed at times like they were going to boil over, like the candle in front of them whose flame had been dangerously doused with a wet beer cap. I had no part to play in that drama behind the drama.
Perhaps Friday night was just one of those moments that leaves as soon as it arrives, a glimpse at a surface which reveals nothing underneath. Personally, I like it that way. But still, everyone there - including the girl - wants us to come back this weekend. So perhaps there'll need to be an afterword to this afterword.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
It was all going well... Afterword.
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