holy cow do i feel old.
but first, i'm getting ahead of myself...
peggy and i hit up the traveling tour of evil dead: the musical tonight at the vogue theatre. we missed the original production of this show when it was played in new york when i lived there, so we were all sorts of excited when it was announced the show was coming to vancouver.
we arrived at the theatre early to check out the souvenirs being sold and our great orchestra seats: row 13, seats 25 & 26. surprisingly (or not) the 1030pm was not close to being sold out. but then again, it was a saturday night in downtown vancouver, on "club" row, so there was a million other things people were doing instead of taking in musical theatre. like dressing up all skank-like and douchey and forming a line half a block long just to get into some skeevy club.
no thank you.
the grungy, sticky floored, ripped seats of the vogue theatre did not curtail us in our enthusiasm as peggy and i spied the large book of the necronomican on the stage and the blood nozzles hung up on the ceiling trusses.
don't read from the book!
shower nozzles of blood
another awesome? the 7 seats in the row in front of us remained empty the whole time so we had an unobstructed view. (no "trees" to block our view)
we joked about certain friends of ours who are under 30 and did not have the slightest inkling of what evil dead was to begin with. alrighty, young 'uns. and you call yourselves hip to the game.
i remember watching evil dead I & II & army of darkness when i was in highschool. i didn't realize until years later that the movie was suppose to be a send up. that it was over the top for the very reason to evoke laughs. i on the other hand, took the movie very seriously. i even thought just by having it on the tv, that the incantations from the movie would really conjure up something bad in real life. only me.
but could you blame me? i grew up watching horror movies like the omen, rosemary's baby and the exorcist. and they were far from being a laugh riot.
the theatre went dark and the evil began. the first act brought on the laugh out louds with sight gags and over-acting. don't you wish that we could just break out in song and dance in real life? there were even obvious ninja like people swarthed in head to toe black holding up or walking ridiculous props across the stage. Very well done.
i couldn’t help but laugh at songs such as “cabin in the woods”, “look who’s evil now”, “ode to an accidental stabbing”, “blew that bitch away” and my favourite, “what the fuck was that?”
after the first act, there was an intermission, which we both thought wasn’t necessary as the whole musical ran only 1 1/2 hour long. but we suppose it was a way for the theatre to ring in more bar sales.
that would've accounted for more drunken yahoos when we all got back into our seats for act II. not including those that took a 420 break. for the audience in act II was a lot more louder, rowdier and obnoxious. especially the guy who snuck in the row behind us. his hooting and hollering made me want to turn around and knock that beer can out of his grubby paws with my red patent purse. thank goodness that the last time I used my red purse was to a concert, which meant that I still had my earplugs in the side pocket.
the intermission broke the roll we were on, for the first act was definitely more enjoyable than the second.
being that the second act was only 1/2 hour, it felt like the show wrapped up pretty quickly. everyone, especially those deadites sitting in the first 6 rows (the splatter zone) were waiting for the carrie bloodbath to be rained down on them. it was delivered in spades at the end by the specially made blood delivery system on stage, spurting blood out onto the audience, the nozzles overhead and the candarian demons running in the aisles to squirt blood onto the splatterees.
some splatterees opted to wear the clear plastic garbage bags provided beforehand but many chose to leave the show in clothes that they worn, basking in the glory of looking like they’ve escaped a bloody massacre.
splaterees getting their group picture taken
not envying the clean up crew
not that peggy and I were to girly to sit in the splatter zone. in fact, we’ll be sitting in the front row splatter zone at the local vancouver version of evil dead on Halloween night. AND we’ll be in costume.
we went for midnight dessert at the café crepe a block away. and as we sat down, peggy noticed that I was uncomfortable right away. was it because everyone in the restaurant was under 25 and chugging pitchers of beer because they couldn’t get into any number of the clubs on granville street? or perhaps that peggy and i had to yell at each other in order to have a conversation? or maybe it was the godawful top 40 dance songs that was being blared through the speakers? yes, yes and yes.
i was one decibel away from having a jack-hammering headache. i even put back in the earplugs. and I didn’t care if those babies were sticking out or that I probably looked absolutely dork-tastic. i kinda like my hearing and would like to hold onto it into my old age, thank you very much.
bleh, I feel like such a curmudgeon. my clubbing days are long since over. i can’t stomach eating somewhere where their music can rival that of the volume at a concert arena. and I’m increasingly finding that I have little tolerance for idjits drunk off their tits.
does this mean I’ve gotten boring or am I just bored stiff? have I lost my sense of humour or ability to let loose on a wild night on the town? does being in your 30s have something to do with it? maybe it's because i've always been considered the “cerebral” one of my friends. as well as the stone cold sober one.
it’s ironic however, that when it comes to sojourns to the park, communing with nature and animals, watching movies, hitting exhibits or even staying in, i feel entirely young at heart. like pigtails and hush puppies young.
i guess that makes one thing absoluely clear: that i could never grow up to become a proper cougar (hitting the clubs and on the prowl for young cubs).