It is Wednesday night and J and I have decided we will stay for a couple of drinks since it is our first press night...and obviously, you don't say no to free alcohol. We soon find said alcohol and decide to start playing spot the cast*.
Result! We spot the actor who J is convinced has been in Peep Show; whilst I did used to watch Peep Show, I can't remember if he is right or not. Instead I try and convince J to go up to him and tell him he was amazing in Peep Show without mentioning the play we've just seen. J refuses but spends at least ten minutes trying to siddle up to him to finally congratulate him on a enjoyable show. Next we move on to Jill Halfpenny. Except I can't go near her because I pissed off her agent earlier. I wander off to get more alcohol whilst J talks to her.
We spot the Professor. He is wearing a leather jacket and looking very cool. One almost expects that he has a motorbike parked outside. We decide we should both go talk to him. At this point the alcohol is starting to take effect. We wander up and J congratulates him on a good performance. "Thank you. Have you seen any Chekov before?" At this point I consider lying and saying yes but realise that though I can blag a lot of things, I really don't know anything about Chekov so instead opt to say "No" but try and make it sound like this is a good thing.
I look at J. "Yes I have," comes his response, "I've seen," he pauses to think, "I've seen Dolls House."
"Actually that's Ibsen."

And that, my friends, is possibly why they have not let us go to press nights. Or talk to actors.


*As you may have realised, I like to play spotting games.

Labels: press night, random, theatre