far, far, faaaaaaaar off broadway

a cautionary tale for anyone thinking of pursuing a theater major:

you may remember my previous story about the guys next door filming some likely class project, in which they mostly stood around for three hours giggling at themselves, with ten minutes' worth of taping their climbing through a window dressed as cops, chefs, villains, etc.

over memorial day weekend i was innocently grilling with mb, n and my blogmate when the building on the other side of ours burst into song. turns out my *other* neighbors were hosting a full-on musical in the back courtyard, complete with men singing and speaking in bad british accents, an electric keyboard for accompaniment, and an audience of ten-ish.

now, i have held lame parties before, including iron chef themed dinner parties, entire parties just because i bought a box of cake mix and wanted to share my cake or had a new vhs tape, halloween parties where everyone dressed as members of a swat team from the centers for disease control and went running around downtown pretending to shut down local restaurants. but this tops any of my dorky ideas. during intermission (yes, they had intermission) my blogmate and i did the only reasonable thing two amused girls drinking too many g&ts would do: poured ourselves another drink and walked downstairs to check out their stage. the weirdest thing was that both the audience and cast completely ignored us standing in the middle of their crowd pointing at stuff - they were all too busy with each other re-hashing the previous scenes. nobody seemed to think it was lame. and they weren't even drinking.

the point of my story is not that a theater major will not land you a job, or that you will spend your life waiting tables waiting for your big break unless you decide to can it and go to law school. my point is that you may be at risk of a collective sense of humor which is not normal, and no sense of irony.