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Banquo’s quarters across from King Duncan’s?
Long time, old friends! I was re-reading some of @paisleysweets writings from back in 2013 and they made mention of “Banquo’s quarters”, across the mezzanine from King Duncan’s bedroom area.
Have I completely missed this lo these past 7 years? Where ARE Banquo’s quarters, exactly?
Thanks so much for all your help, my friends!
Porter, late show Sunday Sept 9th...was that Austin Goodwin? The hair looked right but I was thrown by the facial hair.
Anyone have the cast list for Monday July 16th early show? Thanks so much!
Extra ticket early show tonite 5/15
Hey all! I’m going to the early show with a bunch of friends and one of the people backed out. I’d like to offer this ticket for free to anyone who would like it. (Its Maximillian’s Guest, too!)
DM me if you are interested!
Take The Mask and GO IN
My 26th visit to The McKittrick, November 19th, Late Show
I so so so wanted to see Maximilian in the bar. I’d been dreaming about it for weeks, his cavalier whimsy and playfulness. But, alas, it was not to be. (Unrequited love is one thing, but at least be there, honey!)
My favorite thing to do in the world is to bring virgins to the McKittrick. I love sharing all the possibilities the hotel has to offer with everyone I know. The love, the lust, the joy and the pain. Most of all, the magic. I love how it feels leading up to the day….not really telling them much and reveling in their anticipation, their hopefulness. I love standing in line with them and allowing their excitement to wash over me and become my own. I love their expressions when they walk into the Manderley and get seduced by the lighting, the music and the soft chatter. I love hearing their cards being called and sensing their nervousness…”What do I do, where do I go?”
Sometimes ( a lot of the time!) I allow my preoccupation with their experience to overshadow my own. My excitement about how THEY will feel. It happened again this past Sunday night.
I was the first one out of the elevator and was let out on the 5th floor. I found myself rushing down the stairs, to the first floor..(SPOILERS)
on a mission to “not miss anything”. I wanted to see all of it, experience everything, feel all of the feelings. And it is not lost on me that this is how I’ve been behaving in my life and my business lately. Major FOMO, overextended, wanting to do it all. It’s not serving me and somehow, still, ….I don’t want to stop right now.
Nothing happening down here, I thought to myself and I bounded up the stairs to the Lobby. I’ve never been good at remembering timing of what happens when, so I’m just “chasing” feelings at this point. OK, I see the Porter behind the desk and I’m...impatient with him. Not ready to commit, I find the stairs again and up to the 4th floor I race, surely something exciting is happening there...and I catch Macbeth's entrance to the witches rave. I’ve never entered at this time nor viewed it at this angle before. It was like seeing things from his perspective instead of the Witches’. It was fun and yet still, I felt disconnected, still wanting more. (as if several bloody bodies in various states of undress writhing to techno beats is somehow not enough!)
Still I wandered up and down from floor to floor until I caught the ballroom scene. It’s always been one of my favorites and again I caught it from a different angle this time which made it feel new and fresh. And, oh, Banquo, you deliriously handsome devil, You. Can. Dance. I was truly feeling the music as the witches’ spells crescendo to entrance the party goers and set the stage for evil-doing. I felt myself relax into this and slow down. My inner speed was slowing down to meet the time signature of the McKittrick. Slowing down, synching up.
This slowness allowed me to access my patience. It allowed me to notice more.
I went on to view my all time favorite scene, I’ve only ever seen once before (and It was Austin Goodwin - I mean, how do you ever top that?)- Boy Witch (Gage Self) singing “Is That All There Is” by Peggy Lee. His interaction with The Porter right before the scene, his emotion all throughout - it’s all almost too much to bear. I felt myself falling and falling deeper into the heart of the hotel. In time with it’s heartbeat, in concert with it’s breathing.
It wasn’t long after that I made my way back to The Manderley for a cocktail and to put my feet up for a few minutes. I found myself sitting next to a young couple who just finished seeing The Illusionist’s Table and was enjoying some champagne while listening to Stella Sinclar sing her heart out. (and talk about serving it for Thanksgiving). The man (I want to say boy because I am old(er)) was telling me about how he went to SNM once and mostly stayed on one floor because he didn't know what to do. They asked me about my experiences at the hotel and I explained that I found it in 2012, moved to Texas in 2013 and still make it a priority to go back a few times a year. It’s that important to me. The woman (girl) was SO DARLING and explained she’s never been but really wanted to go. Something came over me and I offered her my mask, wanting so very much for her to pop it on and go experience all of it, even if only for a little while. She was excited and wanted to do it but the man (boy) said something like...no...let’s wait until we can do it together. I actually saw her flame dim. She agreed and we went on to talk for a little while longer. (Honey, you should have taken that fucking mask and gone in. You WANTED to and you let him make the decision for you. Don’t do that. It’s YOUR life and YOU get to decide ALL OF THE THINGS. I say this with love and from experience.)
Fast forward, post-finale, and my friends had THE BEST TIME EVER! They both had 1:1’s and one of them had 2! They fell in love, felt the lust, got “neck-nuzzled”, crawled through boxes, played cards, drank shots, protected a pregnant woman (insomuch as you can protect her) and remembered for a little while that life IS magic. And magic is real.
I was thankful for what the hotel had to teach me that night.
It somehow always knows what we need.
Then She Fell
FINALLY had the opportunity to experience this production on my trip to NYC this past weekend! It was so very...INTIMATE. And the subject matter being what it is - rather dark and pretty uncomfortable, they somehow found a way to also help us experience love, joy and whimsy as well. So very well done! So many “favorite” parts, but the Tea Party stands out for sure!
#thenshefell #thirdrailproductions #immersivetheatre #kingslandward #nyc
Indeed.
Anyone planning to check in Sunday October 23? Flying in that afternoon and planning a visit to The McKittrick. Haven't been since NYE and this will be #20! Would love to meet up for a drink!
Does anyone have the cast list for Friday 6/17 early show?
Friends, I'm making my quarterly journey to NYC to visit The McKittrick on Friday April 22 7pm. Anyone else planning to go that night? I'd love to meet and have a cocktail.
I love jewellery, I love geometric shapes and everyone here knows I love where this symbol comes from! Someone made this for me and I will love them forever and ever.
That is so beautiful! I want one!
Buddie Hunting
Bertie (Conor Doyle) is looking for a buddie for himself and Teddy (Austin Goodwin) in the New Year’s crowd. They find a few prospects to knight!
I'm SO happy you posted this! My husband was the third Buddie! Thank you!
I don’t want to go too into it, but if any of you out there could send positive vibes into the universe/pray/do what you do for my mom, I would forever be grateful towards you.
Sending positive thoughts to you and your mom!
Roll Call
So who’s going to New Year’s? Feast/Show/Party?
We will be at the dinner/show/party! Hope to see you there!
Going to the dinner/show/party! So excited and would love to meet you all!
Well, that happened again. I’m actually really angry at Emursive right now. This time they just key the audience wander for an hour after they cleared the cast.
It happened again tonight?
Yep. They cleared the cast at 620 but then let the audience wander for an hour afterwards before escorting everyone out.
I'm so sorry this is happening to you. I'm sure this means you will have some amazing experiences in the next few days...😀
Well, that happened again. I’m actually really angry at Emursive right now. This time they just key the audience wander for an hour after they cleared the cast.
It happened again tonight?
#8 November 19th
On a night like tonight, most people would be contempt with being nuzzled into their couch watching a movie. And as the rain clobbered me walking out of Penn Station, I too was yearning for the endearment of my cozy couch. But, I’m looking for something, I don’t know what it is. Some sort of meaning? A striking symbolism? Maybe I’m looking for art and performance to tell me about myself or possibly the world around me. Maybe that’s why in the last three weeks, I’ve made three trips to the McKittrick Hotel.
This night is yearning to dampen my spirits both literally and figuratively. Rain drops steadily pound the pavement as I battle to save my umbrella from the swirling winds. Unfortunately, I’m not able to seek solace and enjoy the warmth of The Lodge as it is closed for a party, so in vain I look for a place to hang my hat until The Heath opens. As I walk from bar to bar, they are all packed to the brim with those seeking refuge from the relentless rain. In defeat, soaked to the bone, I settle to wait by the door, and then my luck transforms, the Heath opens a little early.
The Heath, is foreign to me. This is my first time straying into this section of The McKittrick. The Bar is empty, so I grab a seat, order a bourbon neat, and strike up a conversation with the bartender, a conversation that alters my perception of the McKittrick Hotel entirely.
Simply, are the Inhabitants of the McKittrick Hotel trapped in a temporal loop? A sort of Groundhog’s Day, but with Macbeth instead of Bill Murray? And are they aware of their tragedy?
But the minutes are fleeting, and It’s time for me to take my business to the Manderley Bar. I negotiate my way through the transition from soggy wet streets the the Manderley Bar, shedding the burdens I carried with me, all my problems are behind me, and I’m joyfully greeted by Maximilian as I emerge from the darkness.
Like most of my previous trips, devising a plan would be done in vain. It’s my eighth visit, my first being one year prior. Sure, I’ve become accustomed to a great deal, but the majority of what occurs inside these walls still seems foreign and unexpected. I haven’t gotten a grasp on who the actors are,except for a few, and I still mistake certain characters. So why fight the powers of the McKittrick, instead I embrace it, letting it guide me, much like a Ouija Board.
My card is called, I don my mask, the elevator doors clank open, and my journey begins. I can hear the rules, but my mind just hopes that the other guests are truly listening. The Elevator comes to a halt, and I’m the first off and onto the fifth floor, the sixth floor is not in my cards tonight. Walking off the elevator is jolting, and I fight the urge to burst through the set like an animal freed from their cage. Instead I take a deep breath and walk around for a bit and head down to the candy shop to grab a mint or two.
The Town of Gallow Green is deserted, not a soul strolling down the street. Suddenly, “BOOM” a door slams behind me, and I’m no longer alone in this small town. Who is this person? He carries a certain bravado, and has emerged from the Funeral Parlor, which I don’t know much about. Unsure of who my new companion is, I join him, and I soon identify him.
J Fulton was nothing short of a mystery before we united tonight. I follow hastily, as we make our way around the sleepy town of Gallow Green. J Fulton carries a confidence, which seems to be sustained by his unwavering faith in God. That is however, until the supernatural is present, and I can sense his vulnerability. I soon grow to respect Fulton. He is the bravest soul trapped in the McKittrick Hotel, the only one fighting not for himself, but for the protection of all those who stroll through the town, including me. And that protection was made clean as he secured the windows and doors to the Funeral Parlor so that no one else could enter, it was just him and I. It’s only fair to the Fulton that I keep what happens behind these doors between the two of us. And then as quickly as our journey started, it ends, and I’m left on the wrong side of a locked door, my new friend deserting me.
From that same door emerges The Speakeasy Bartender, an individual I learned from my experience with Fulton, I did not trust. Nonetheless, I follow him. The Barman strutts around with a sense of cockyness, but it is clear that underneath this arrogance he is not in control, it must be Hecate who pulls his strings. And it doesn’t take much time to realize, maybe someone is pulling my strings as well. Maybe the Barman and I aren’t that different, and we share a shot.
The sweet taste of whiskey drives me back down to the Manderley Bar, and I am once again greeted by Maximilian and to my surprise Annabella as well.
Truley great performances don’t intentionally deliver a message, but let the audience see the message that they long for. Great performances speak to you, and you can hear what you need to hear, and see what you need to see. Much like the Tarot Cards that Annabella are tuning in front of me. Tarot cards can’t see my future, but Annabella knows what I need to hear. The message that needs to be delivered, I’m subtly and unconsciously revealing to her. She turns the last card, my future card and whispers, “All of your dreams will come true.” This is not a message that I can take lightly. She continues, “What this means is, all the things you are working on, will come to fruition. So keep doing what you are doing.” I’m stunned, and I’m sure visibly so. Annabella hugs me, and I take the last sip of my cocktail, put my mask back on, and head back into the darkness.
I can’t shake my premonition, It is completely occupying my mind as I stumble through the shadows. I need a moment to just sit, and take this all in. The perch that hangs over the Ballroom is a perfect place to find solace. I make my way to the ballroom and grab a seat.
Characters maneuver through the darken ballroom, but I’m only partially in the moment, there is a lot to take in. These same characters are stuck here, forever cursed to re live the same day over and over. But how is that different than my life outside of this place? Wake up, go to work, come home, sleep. My corporate paystubs are their Kings nailed to a wall. Maybe I break the loop from time to time, but overwhelming I aim not the one in control of my own life, much like my friend The Barman. Maybe faith in myself, like the faith J Fulton bears, will give me the courage to pursue my dreams and break the temporal loop of life. I’ve wandered down to the Ballroom floor lost in thought. Eyes lock with mine, the eyes of a beautiful, bald, witch. And we dance.
Thanks for taking the time to post this. I think we all feel this way from time to time. I think the McKittrick reveals to each of us what we most need to learn.
