#74 A Midsummer Night’s Disaster

After an hour we’d run out of booze. The performance was so bad it was lucky we didn’t kill someone. During interval a couple of us did an emergency run to a bottle shop and bought kid booze – cola with bourbon and so on. We pounded it down during the third act, and the sugar made us crazy. People glared their best glares, but we didn’t care. We figured if these snobs were determined to treat this play like it was worth shit that was their problem – we were going to get drunk. When it finished closed died whatever we crashed the after performance party and told the actors how great they were. It didn’t work – not one of us got laid.