Saturday night was a bit of a change from the usual routine of early drinks and a takeaway, instead we booked in for a dinner and a show. Broadway it was not, this was in Parkdale. The dinner was great. If you like Italian food and excellent service, Bueno is highly recommended.
Then things got a bit surreal. We arrived at the little theatre on Parkers Road about 20 mins before the play was due to start, thinking we’d get some pre-show drinks. The bar was open, but the people staffing it were not allowed to sell alcohol, so we ducked out to a nearby bar for a quick glass of wine before returning to the theatre. This was the moment when the Matildas were in the penalty shoot out and we kind of got drawn into watching that on the pub TV, but it went on so long we had only a minute or two before the play was about to start. We dashed back to the foyer and someone was watching the penalties on their phone, so we and a bunch of other strangers gathered round to watch. The theatre staff saw what was going on and actually delayed the start of the play until the winning kick lol.
The play was a self-written murder mystery by a local amateur dramatics group. Good on them for trying, but it was just awful and we left at the interval. Not sure if the guy in the audience (all 20 of us) who had fallen asleep and was snoring loudly made it to the end.
One of my overseas rellies (a recovering misogynist) asked whether there’s much interest in the WWC over here. I’m tempted to share this story with him!
I dabbled in am-dram many years ago. The premise of this play sounded good and we were happy to drop $60 on tickets to support the local group, but it got off to a bad start because one of the floor mics they had set up had fallen over so literally you couldn’t hear any of the dialogue over the sound of the actors’ feet shuffling around the stage. The story had every cliched whodunnit trope you can imagine as well.
Saturday night was a bit of a change from the usual routine of early drinks and a takeaway, instead we booked in for a dinner and a show. Broadway it was not, this was in Parkdale. The dinner was great. If you like Italian food and excellent service, Bueno is highly recommended.
Then things got a bit surreal. We arrived at the little theatre on Parkers Road about 20 mins before the play was due to start, thinking we’d get some pre-show drinks. The bar was open, but the people staffing it were not allowed to sell alcohol, so we ducked out to a nearby bar for a quick glass of wine before returning to the theatre. This was the moment when the Matildas were in the penalty shoot out and we kind of got drawn into watching that on the pub TV, but it went on so long we had only a minute or two before the play was about to start. We dashed back to the foyer and someone was watching the penalties on their phone, so we and a bunch of other strangers gathered round to watch. The theatre staff saw what was going on and actually delayed the start of the play until the winning kick lol.
The play was a self-written murder mystery by a local amateur dramatics group. Good on them for trying, but it was just awful and we left at the interval. Not sure if the guy in the audience (all 20 of us) who had fallen asleep and was snoring loudly made it to the end.
One of my overseas rellies (a recovering misogynist) asked whether there’s much interest in the WWC over here. I’m tempted to share this story with him!
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I dabbled in am-dram many years ago. The premise of this play sounded good and we were happy to drop $60 on tickets to support the local group, but it got off to a bad start because one of the floor mics they had set up had fallen over so literally you couldn’t hear any of the dialogue over the sound of the actors’ feet shuffling around the stage. The story had every cliched whodunnit trope you can imagine as well.
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