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So I have a funny story to tell about how I inderectly tormented my good friend about seeing a play she was performing in.  Here is the backdrop.

So my friend R is one of the people that has been involved in our weekly Pub Trivia addiction known as Quizzo.  But the last few weeks she has been unable to participate in Quizzo because of her work in the play.  SHe is one of the creative directors over at WNEP theater here in Chicago and she really really liked this play and was very excited at being cast in it.  She mentioned that for the next few weeks she needs to cut back on her trivia participation and concentrate on this play, and it was fine for us trivia players because everyone was a little burned out after our trip in the RF to Atlantic city.

So she makes a comment about how I should go see the play, something about how I need some "culture."  And in a particlarly flippant moment on my part, I respond something to the effect of "If I need more culture in my life, I'll eat yogurt."  In my head I was thinking of how busy I am and that with everything going on I really didn't think I would have a lot of time to go see the play, but my comment came out like a gauntlet being thrown to the ground.  Well, R picked that gauntlet right up and pointed it at me and said.  "Oh, you are going to go see this play."

This kind of banter went on for a while.  My girlfriend ended up going to see it on a night where I was really busy and couldn't make it and I thought, that was that.  But no.  THe next time I run into R she is "wondering" when I will see this play.  Over the next couple of weeks she gravitates between impassioned pleas about how much it would mean to her for me to see the play because "Your sister was the one who got me into acting and it is so much a part of my life that you really need to come and see me perform since it is the first time in years that I ahve ben infront of the stage..."  To threats of bodily harm (something involving my junk being detatched and forcibly shoved down my throat if I don't make it out to see the play...)

Initially I was really non-plussed at the idea of seeing the play, I do enjoy live theater and I am almost never disappointed when I see a show that R recommends.  But seeing theater requires an active attention and I honestly was feelign extremely burned out and not wanting to be around people that I knew, much less be required to pay attention and think about what I was seeing.  But she was on a mission to get my ass in a chair at the theater to witness this play.  When I realized just how much of a mission she was on to go see this play, I decided that I wanted to see how far she would go and how much I could push it.

So at this point I was thinking, well yeah I probably could go see the play, but now it had become almost as entertaining to see what lengths R would go to get me to see the play.  But I was having so much fun with her quest that I was totally like, "NO, I'm not going.  Period.  End of Line."

At this point my girfriend (who was quoted in the tribune, not relevant to this story, just cool that she was interviewed and then printed in the paper...) started to get involved and let out how R was ranting to her and her freinds about how I wasn't going to go see the play.  Apparently I had gone too far, she was becomming unhinged I feared.  So I relented and decided to buy a ticket ot see the play.  But I wasn't going to tell her that I capitulated.  I wanted to see if she was going to spontaneously combust out of pure frustration.

So Yesterday I finally made it out to see the play, this is the last week and it won't be extended.

It was  f a n t a s t i c. 

Seriously I thought it was fucking awesome.  It was a DADA styled play and that was the first time I had seen such a beast, and it really was a lot of fun.  Intelligent, very funny, relevant, and very thoughtful or rather thought provoking.  A very very enjoyable way to spend the evening.

So the moral of the story is that while it was a lot of fun making R squirm, it was more fun to go see the damn play. 

So go see it you have two days.

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