The year was 1996, and vyeseleph and I were both in our second years of our degrees (she: medicine, I: mathematical sci.) at the University of Liverpool. In the 1.5 years we'd been in the Broken Glass Capital of Europe, we'd made few friends. I was bored with my course.
One day, in the student union, I saw a poster: "4 Non-Actors wanted for Social Satire". I figured what the hell, and auditioned for the University of Liverpool Drama Society's production of Sexual Perversity in Chicago. And got cast in the part of Bernard Litko, misogynist. I found the project so thrilling compared to pretty much anything else I'd done in Liverpool. I got really into it. And Bernie rubbed off on me: I'm sure I'm more of an asshole than I otherwise would be (but also, probably, a more interesting person).
So, yeah, it was a good experience. It's what made me want to go into acting.
So, the two who performed it last night sucked, but it was their first time up. I loved watching it anyway.
After class, about half of us went to Chevy's — or Chili's — one of those wacky Tex-Mex joints. I drank one of their head-sized margaritas. Despite having had no dinner, it left me feeling only the slightest bit buzzed.
was it chotchkies?