We're All Mad Here

The actress breaks down in monologue picked up by two monitors on stage. The audience laughs as she shares the story of her husband leaving her for a geriatric grandma with a fake hip.

I’m not laughing. I’m breaking down in tears. Act 2, Scene 8 of I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change struck a little too close to home.

Follow that by the scene “Funerals Are For Dating” where they talk about life after the person you spent your life with passes away, and I might have been the only person crying at a comedy in years. (i definetly was the only one carrying a cycle helmet instead of a handbag, but that is a different post entirely.)

Overall it was a cute show, I had no idea what it was about going in. One of the benefits of going to a show alone is you get great seats. One of the negatives: there really wasn’t one. It’s funny how the fates can put you where you need to be at the exact moment you need to be there to hear the exact thing you need to hear when you need it most… Even if it happens to mean you in the darkness of a stuffy, mothball and old cologne washed theatre laughing and crying and laughing to one of those cheesey kitch shows you always scoffed at.

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