#7 Wednesday 11/11 “The Rules Are Simple”
As always the performance and show were great during my 7th visit to the McKittrick. Normally I’d write about my 1-on-1 with The Nurse, or my time with the Speakeasy Bartender, or my super bad ass tarot card reading, or just how I watched the story unfold. I discover more, and I see more detail in the characters every time I visit. This is why I keep coming back, the uncovering of each character’s personal story. But, I’m not going to talk about that; instead I have to talk about something that overshadowed the entire night, another terrible audience.
The folks in the audience who talk, or whip out their phone, or just do stupid shit, probably don’t read tumblr, so I don’t need to call them out. But there were three people that I encountered on Wednesday night, and they might possibly read this, and I hope they do.
First, my bearded suited friend who I had the misfortune of meeting in Hecate’s room while the bald witch was cleaning up after the rave. The Bald witch locked eyes with me, and then pointed to her shoes. As I went to reach for them, this burly dude practically fell across the room trying to grab the shoes.
I’ma step up on my soapbox now.
If you are new to Sleep No More, like I am, stop spending all your time researching the 1-on-1’s and secretes to the McKittrick. The idea is to experience, not create some sort of mental checklist to accomplish all the things you read on someone’s blog. Go into the Hotel, screw up, hand shit to the wrong characters, get lost, and then talk about it and learn. Don’t Google all the 1-on-1’s and then go try to accomplish them. When it becomes some competition, you turn into an asshole that lunges across a room and you stink of desperation for 1-on-1’s. Remember, if you are an asshole at the McKittrick Hotel, you’re still an asshole in real life. And my suited bearded friend, if you are a veteran to sleep no more… please punch yourself in the face.
Back off my soapbox and on to the second douche of the night, the bearded suited dude’s friend. I will call him the name dropper. I had the misfortune of meeting him at the Manderley Bar where he was trying to get information from the actors in the bar and telling them “My Friend Works at the McKittrick, and told me you could tell me about xyz.” Happy they told him to go into the show and figure it out… nice try, and you sound like a tool bag. Refer to my statement above.
And finally, the Blonde chick trailing Lady McDuff during the final loop. When the characters have to move you 2 dozen times because you are too close, well, you’re too damn close, back the fuck up. When 20 people are watching a scene and you’re the only moron standing 1 foot away from two actors dancing around a room, you’re an idiot. Pushing people in an effort to trail a character is also not cool. Honestly, life will go on if you lose a character and you don’t get that 1-on-1. You are not being BOLD, you are being an fucktard.
To sum up, fuck you guys, and all the shitty people who are so damn important that the rules don’t apply to you. I hope you all get terrible hangnails that hurt like a motherfucker, and they get infected, but not so infected that something really bad happens, but enough that for day you think your fingers are going to be amputated, but they aren’t and everything ends up fine, but if forces you to re-examine your life, and you realize you’re a terrible person.
*Edit* Question for all the Awesome Sleep No More Folks- What days have you found to be best for the show?
