Escapism – Day 242

An immersive Great Gatsby experience was just what I needed to take my mind off all that the Journey process has dredged up. The dress that I ordered didn’t show up, so I had to go butch and dress like a man. Actually, this was quite liberating because every other woman in the joint was wearing a flapper dress with a feather in her hair.

It was one of those things where the action takes place all around you and if you are lucky, a cast member taps you on the shoulder, whisks you into a secret room and divulges a secret or two. I was half hoping that a handsome stranger might kiss me or something, but then I realised I was dressed like a man!

During one scene, a character asked if anybody in the audience was married and I put up my hand. ‘How long?’ he asked.

’20 years,’ I said.

‘What’s the secret? Is your husband here tonight?’

‘No he isn’t and that’s the secret.’ That got a few laughs and a high five from another married guy stood next to me.

My husband hates this sort of thing, so I was with some journalist friends. We drank Gin Rickys and I don’t know what was in them aside from gin, but they did the trick and I was loosened up enough to try the Charleston, which let me tell you, is a LOT easier than ballet.

It was an evening of pure escapism and I wanted it to last for ever. It was like going back in time, to another world, another person’s life. I’m trying hard to be more in the moment these days and with immersive theatre, it’s hard to be anything but. Bravo!

 

Personal manfesto

If all the world’s a play, I’m writing a great script.

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