Last night, Day 69, we went to go see a play performed by Brazilians. This was my very first play in Brazil and I was quite excited.
The performance was Festim Diabólico, which you may know as Hitchcock’s The Rope. It was at the Teatro Nair Bello in Shopping Frei Caneca, a mall. (Strange thing, most of the theaters here are in malls. My husband thinks it has something to do with security.) The reason we selected this particular show was because the girlfriend of one of my husband’s co-workers played one of the six characters.
Prior to going to the theater/mall, we had a couple drinks and some appetizers at Spot. Sitting outside of this restaurant, for the first time I felt like I was in a real metropolitan area, as the high-rise buildings, complete with fountain, we faced as we sat were reminiscent of Chicago or New York City. The menu is interesting and the staff is very friendly at this hip “spot.” I mention the drinks, two glasses of wine, because I blame them in part for what happened later that evening.
We get to theater and settled into our seats. The theater is small with a large stage, great for viewing and we had great seats, smack in the middle. The play began and we could see all the actors perfectly. And since we were in their direct line of view, they could see us.
As excited as I was to see a play, especially a rendition of a Hitchcock film, it was Friday, I had gotten up early and I did consume a couple cocktails. In addition, if I’m not paying close attention, Portuguese tends to sound like white noise to me. All of these excuses are leading to what I’m embarrassed to admit. I totally fell asleep during the play.
Yep, I bet I caught about 10 minutes of it. Maybe 15 minutes. I came to a couple times only to see, what I probably just imagined, one of the main characters staring at me in hatred from the stage as another character performed a monologue. But I probably just imagined it, right?
I’ve given a number of presentations over the course of my career. I’ve also sat through probably a hundred more. And you often come across that a**hole that falls asleep while you are speaking. If someone is droning on about new compliance regulations, it is understandable, even amusing, if people are put to sleep.
But this was entertainment. I can’t even imagine what the performers, and the rest of the audience members, were thinking – of course, that is if they even really noticed me crumpled up against my husband’s shoulder, or my head intermittenly dropping to my chin.
They probably didn’t, right?
I guess when my husband goes to work on Monday, and talks to the friend who gave us the tickets, because his girlfriend was on stage wondering what kind of a**hole would come to a play to sleep, we’ll see.