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Thursday, June 02, 2005
Pleading the fifth...
Tonight, for the first time in recent memory, I wanted to skip out at intermission. I'm not going to name the play right now... I have to wrestle with my sympathies to the producers and my sympathies to audiences. But, heh. Hoo.
Now to see if the gods really want me to go to kareoke tonight.
Good evening, all my katies,
My name is Reina, and I go to the theatre an awful lot for someone who doesn't get paid.
One Christmas in 2004, I decided that any good Chicago citizen should be familiar with our fair city's greatest resource: storefront theatre. I resolved to see a show in every single off-loop venue by the end of 2005. Experts have said this is impossible. I have countered with "charts."* Fringequest 2005 began in January with "Mr Punch, or Jack and the Blase Bride" and er, a play, I think it was called "Hamlet."
I quickly realized that, even at $15 a pop, seeing 2-4 plays a week would put a serious dent in my budget. With my customary ingenuity, charm and chutzpah, I got myself set up as the theatre critic for Inside Newspapers, and subsequently moved over to Centerstage Chicago, a website owned by the Sun-Times.
However, if you'd like the real, off-the-cuff, badly-frayed, just got home from the theatre slightly buzzed impressions of what I see, you've come to the right place.
*I didn't counter with a chart I'd made. I just countered by saying "Charts! I've got charts and maps with little flags in them!" I haven't made any charts yet. I was lying.