Now, there’s no need to get excited. I’m not suggesting that someone makes a Hollywood version of Sleep No More (wouldn’t that just be awful), but I did have a dream this morning about seeing Sleep No More in an old abandoned movie theatre. I was actually quite dissapointed with the show in my dream, but I did have a public 1x1 moment with the Porter where he fed me a pringle chip in the concession stand. Other highlights include Duncan running around the lobby in a silk shift, and the four woman harpsichord dance (don’t ask me why there was a harpsichord in the theater) involving Catherine Campbell and three other ladies. They all got tangled in the strings and it was quite artistic and interesting to watch. There was something else about the top two floors being closed off and I remember something happening in the kitchen, but in the way of dreams, I can’t quite recall. I need to get back to the real thing, and soon!

Or not. I actually skipped watching the live airing of the Red Wedding to come see the show, the last night I would get to spend with baby-mammoth.  And it was WELL worth it. (And in aftersight I watched the Red Wedding later that night and was more emotionally equipped to watch it’s horrors than I thought I would be. Thanks Mr. McKittrick.

We began in Gallow Green, where the lovely Anabella was back from her holiday. She entrusted us with the planting of two sickly male rue plants, a specimen that was not found elsewhere in the garden. Baby (short for baby-mammoth (I’ll be referencing her a lot this recap, are paths were intertwined right from the beginning)) and I picked at a lovely plot where we planted our Rue together, in order that the roots should co-mingle and help one another grow. Now in the long months that she will be gone, I will have a reminder of our quick and lasting friendship. Annabella gave us parting gifts and beseeched us to return after our hotel stay to make potions with her, an adventure I was unfortunate enough to miss out on.

Paris and Leopold greeted us, and ushered us into the first elevator. Paris kissed the inside of Baby’s mask and asked me if I’d like when to. When I responded in the affirmative, he simply said later, and sent me on my way. James (no really, James) pulled us into the elevator and gave a very unique speech. We all closed our eyes and breathed heavily, letting our cares free themselves. He asked us to flow through the space, allowing our bodies to dod what they needed to do and to be smooth and carefree like a leaf floating on a river. He admonished those that would hold hands, and then he started up to the 5th floor and continued with the usual speech. I felt like I was at a yoga class and it had a very pleasant effect on this evenings crowds. It was the best behaved bunch I had ever seen (with one MAJOR exception which I’ll get to later). 

I started with my usual routine of scoping out the ballroom first to get my bearings and was immediately excited for Baby. William Popp was in as Malcolm, something she has been hoping to witness for weeks. I knew it would be an exciting night for her, and I soon found that mine would become one of my favorite nights.

I rushed up to 4 to catch up with Agnes. It had been ages since I did a proper Agnes follow. I locked onto Agnes in the detective agency. I have seen Emeri in the role on several occasions now, but this was my first real interaction with her. She gave me a locket and pushed me through the closet. I waited outside her door for an inordinate time and it seemed like I had either missed her exit or just had to be patient. I knew I could catch up with her post rave however, so I decided to catch that in the interim. 

Cue Zhauna as Hecate. Can I just say that she feels like the spiritual contemporary of Careena in this role. Everything, from the little hand movements, to the coy smiles and darting looks had me convinced this was the reincarnation of my favorite Hecate. This is not said to limit Zhauna’s performance or to liken it to mere imitation. She is a very powerful Hecate, one that I would refuse to mess with in a dark alley. This being said, I fell under her thrall and decided to leave Agnes behind for a bit. I was pulled into her lair for the first time since Careena had left. A few moments later I was running down to Porter with a note in tow. Moments later, I had a Will Seefried tear laden paper boat that I needed to return to my dark lady. She was a bit busy so I wandered around a bit and got pulled into Austin’s speakeasy lair for a card game and a shot. I literally wandered into this one on one, not realizing et that this was the timing for it. A 2, an 8, and a 9 later, I was on my way back to the rep bar to catch Zhauna’s cabaret. She pulled me back to the lair for some tea. My hand is still dyes red from the experience. I felt like we danced in the rain forever, and then I was shoved out with my actual mask(a first time) with the kiss she had marked me with earlier. 

I needed a break for water so I returned to the Manderley, where I collected on my kiss from Paris. Not for me, but for the interior of my mask. I’m not entirely sure he was comfortable with the situation, but a promise is a promise after all. He told me the kiss would make me fly, so I flew away, back into the madness.

I had caught Jeff’s Banquo for a few moments earlier and had decided that if things weren’t too crazy on his trail, I would spend loop two with him. When I spotted him, it was post banquet. I saw he had a pretty sizable crowd, but there was one person that stood out, that literally would not give Jeff more than a spare inch to breathe. I can’t say that sometimes I don’t get a little bit caught up in a moment and get a little bit too close to the performer I am following, but this white masks behavior was appalling to me. I really don’t always act like this, but I made it my MISSION to get the Banquo 1x1 just so this person would be frustrated. And no, this person was not a first timer. I wasn’t trying to steal a moment from a newbie. I could tell by the way he was following that he knew EXACTLY where to go.

Several key things he did that bothered me, other than the complete lack of space he was giving Jeff. 1. During lost luggage, an amazing piece of choreo, made even more amazing by Jeff’s grace, agility, height, said person was literally leaning on the counter and drooling. NOT COOL. You obviously know the show, and it seemed like Jeff was put askance by this. He had to rework several moments in which he usually uses the bar area. I should have just left at this and trusted that there was no way Jeff would pick him. But I needed to do what MUST be done, and shove this guys face in the fact that he wasn’t chosen. 2. Crypt dance. Again, he literally stood as close to the crypt table as possible, to the point where some of the moves Jeff makes over the table couldn’t be completed! At least there is a black mask on one side of this scene to try and regulate and to keep the lefthand side of that room open, but it didn’t stop clueless McGee from almost fucking it all up. 3. The most inexcusable! HE PULLED OUT HIS PHONE IN THE CRYPT! SO HE COULD USE THE LIGHT TO CHECK HIS WATCH! WTF! JUST LOOK AT THE TIME ON YOUR PHONE! NO! DON”T EVEN LOOK AT THE TIME! YOU”RE IN THE MCKITTRICK! WHO CARES WHAT FUCKING TIME IT IS! My my, I must have needed to get that out. I’m not sure if Jeff eve noticed this though, as he was trying not to let anything break his stride. I was standing at the back of the crypt holding the curtain open so everyone outside could see in and staring in complete disbelief. Without realizing it, Jeff started exiting the room and stopped in front of me brushed my hand and looked at me and whispered the word “Run” then took off at break neck speeds. I took that as my cue, thankfully knowing where he was headed, because there was no way I was keeping up. Jeff pulled me in and slammed the door on my new favorite hotel guest. NANNY NANNY POO POO! 

Devastating 1x1. I’ve never been emotional in the Banquo scene before, but Jeff is so tender, caring, and frankly loveable as the doting father. I was his scene partner in this moment and I was Fleance. Remember me. Always. If I hadn’t been so emotional, I would have gone up to assface and stared him down as a last bit of fuckery, (of course he was waiting there) but I had to be alone for a moment.

I was planning on the last loop with Miguel’s Fulton, but Baby was fully entranced by him so I wanted her to have some special extended time with him. I ducked into to Malcolm holding out his egg for someone to choose it, and I’ll be damned if my same mortal enemy wasn’t standing there waiting to snatch the damn thing. He literally must have just started the follow, because there wasn’t much time in between. William almost gave it to him, but I think he could already tell something was off, because instead of grabbing assholes hand, he ran off and dissappeared into his room sans guest at all. I stuck around speakeasy for the card game, then caught the interrogation. After Banquo was murdered(a scene I could not watch this evening) I was beckoned again by Austins speakeasy. He pulled me to the bar and reached underneath to his box, giving me the last shot of whisky for the night. Then we were down to the hanging where i got a front seat view and some rather tight grasping of shoulders. Speakeasy for the walkout and my magical night was done. I didn’t see my nemesis in the bar, and for good measure. I may have misbehaved. Lots of great chatter in the Manderley with guests and performers and I even got a great tidbit about last Thursday’s ActV benefit.

According to the guest who had gone (I forget his name, but I had never met him before) the show was only two loops and there was an alternate ending. After Macbeth was hung, instead of escorting everyone out of the space, he was lowered and carried off by a few of the performers. Those that were left slowly circled the space and removed the guests masks one by one, waiting for the final mask to come off, when the music began! Sound like an awesome evening. I didn’t learn too much more about it though.

Spent to much time talking and drinking and I did not get back up to see Annabella, but I’m hoping she will be there tomorrow night. I don’t have an excuse she will accept, but I also want to see if my Rue is improving. And of course a lovely evening with baby-mammoth. You will be sorely missed. If I get the chance to come to London, I surely will and we can get lost again in a completely different world of immersive mindblowing. Until that next time, it has been a pleasure. 

And it seems that I will see many of you tomorrow evening.

I’m happy to get one week’s respite from the red wedding.

Yes, I said I’d write this almost a week ago, but I’m slow, and lazy, and drunk-ish

So after my first ever skype session, which lasted five + hours and involved things from Dr. Who to ride through videos of Disney World rides, I am going to write about a few things that were pretty damn awesome about visit 19 to El Posada De McKittrick

Don’t expect me to go back and caorrect any spelling errors. It only adds to the effect of said tipsiness.

_Garth is a boy witch that is really a boy. I mean really, he SKIPS through the halls on his way to his speakweasy billiard table solo. Before he starts choking. It was first loop and I think I was the first and only person following him at the time. He actually gave me quite a good scare on the fourth floor, I tried to race up after him but fell a bit behind. When I turned the corner to the large space between the stairwell and the candy shop, he was standing there waiting for me. AND THEN HE SKIPPED! All the awards go to Garth. Never thought I would see skipping in SNM, but he did it and I’ll be damned if it didn’t work for his boy witch. Tee hee. Out of all my boy witch follows, I also fel that Garth connects more with the audience than any of the others. He is painfully aware at all times of the crowd around him. I’m not saying this as a bad thing. I kind of liked how  we connected through my follow, all the way to putting on is coat, being sung his “Is that all there is” and then ultimately being pulled into the phone booth for some secret times. I’ve often said to myself that one of the joys of returning to SNM is seeing new performers, or old ones in new roles. I look forward to seeing whatever else Garth portrays in the future.

- To quote other Tumblrs JESUS CHRIST WILL SEEFRIED. I must agree that he adds new levels to his character and his 1x1 every time you see it. The thing with the legs was awesome. Also the snot on last monday was epic. Hopefully not a permanent part of the performance, but when you are sick you are sick. Have some chicken noodle soup if you still feel that way.

-Thank all the gods and goddesses for Sai Somboon. He was speakeasy on this night and I actually played the shot game and WON. This was a first. Iv’e tried so many times and failed utterly. But I finally got to down a shot of whiskey and it was delightful. And smoky. And makes me want to go downstairs now and drink more whiskey, of which there is none in my house.

_Trying to be as creepy as possilbe, I spent some alone time in the interogation room. I never realized how dark this room is when no one is there. Feeling my way along the wall, I snuck to the back of the room. It was my full intention to creep out and frighten the first mask to enter the rom, but after standing there for a good minute or two I got bored and left. I’m not sure why I added this to my recap, but I did, so there.

_i ended the night with Miguel Anaya as Fulton. Mindfuckery occured. Great loop, great take on the actions and character, and great physicality and religiosity. It’s been a while since I;ve spent some time with the cunning man and it was well worth it on this night. He told me a secret, and showed me a special place to watch a hanging, then walked me away with a kiss and a thank you. Perfect ending.

Thanks to theolderthebetter, her sister, and baby-mammoth for being my partners in crime. And now I should probably sleep. Drinking tonight maybe wasnt such a good idea, as I must be up and on set for background work( can’t talk about what it is) at the asscrackery of dawn. I even had to give my tickets for tomorrow night to my roommates becasue I have no guarantee I’ll be done working by 730 at night. Long day ahead. I do so hope they enjoy. Look for them tomorrow, If you are there. Heres to reaching 20 on my next time. 

(and sorry about the spelling, but really not sorry)

mynameischynna:

The night is dark and full of penis leeches.