Remnants of my first twenty visits. The late show on Friday was just about perfect: good crowd, lots of friends, plenty of drinks afterward.
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#sleep no more #mckittrick #the mckittrick hotel #punchdrunkCollected treasures from my visits to Sleep No More at the McKittrick Hotel. Not pictured: treats from the candy shop, and another I won in a card trick from the speakeasy bartender. The first time my gentleman caller and I attended the show was last spring, and I don’t think we could have predicted that we’d have gone back another three times in less than a year. Have I had enough yet? Apparently not, since I just got tickets today to the special Manhattan Cocktail Classic event in May. It’s not that I feel a burning need to collect achievements… I suppose just want another chance to be in that place for three hours.
A post-Sleep No More Pimm’s Cup! (Taken with Instagram at The McKittrick Hotel / Sleep No More)
I am so glad we tried that one!
Collected treasures from my visits to Sleep No More at the McKittrick Hotel. Not pictured: treats from the candy shop, and another I won in a card trick from the speakeasy bartender. The first time my gentleman caller and I attended the show was last spring, and I don’t think we could have predicted that we’d have gone back another three times in less than a year. Have I had enough yet? Apparently not, since I just got tickets today to the special Manhattan Cocktail Classic event in May. It’s not that I feel a burning need to collect achievements… I suppose just want another chance to be in that place for three hours.
Remember when I got contacts specifically to see this show for the first time? Remember when the programs were a single sheet of folded paper (and were free)? Remember when the cheap shows were $75?
~~~ just 2011 thingz ~~~
Oh, this old thing? Jonathan just FOUND IT TONIGHT is all. (Taken with Instagram at The McKittrick Hotel / Sleep No More)
Sneer all you want, but what Punchdrunk has managed to accomplish with both Sleep No More and The Drowned Man is completely improbable and almost unbelievable when you stop to consider it, and ten years from now I know I’ll be grateful to have experienced any of it. Choosing to keep going to either show, knowing you don’t care for it, and then complaining about it online seems to me the height of tone-deaf arrogance - like lighting $100 bills on fire in a bar and acting surprised when you get shit for it. Find something new to love, and leave the rest of us in peace.
The McKittrick Hotel, 530 W. 27th Street, circa 1923 (aka Lyon’s Tooth Powder Company).
The larger warehouse to the right (536-542 W. 27th) was built in 1906-07 and is now considered within West Chelsea’s Historic District.
Now someone post a photo from when it was Twilo. Or better still, Blood Manor.
UNABASHED SLEEP NO MORE POST!!
Saw SNM for the 2nd time on Tuesday (the 19th) and going in I didn’t think it would be possible to enjoy the show more than I did the first time but this experience was OUT OF CONTROL.
I decided to get there super early and arrived at the McKittrick behind two hardcore fans. I started reading a book but could not hold my focus overhearing the two discuss the cast for tonight and shows past. I introduced myself and discovered they are some of my all time favorite tattooed superfans bloodwillhavebloodtheysay and Caoine ! Loved talking to them before and after the show - very funny and sweet both of them.
Sleep No More #10 & #11
The tattoo crew (that’s me in the middle of the tattoo sandwich with bloodwillhavebloodtheysay and his brother) descended on the McKittrick again on Friday for I thought would just be an early show (for me anyway) but ended up being my first double header.
Honestly, I started drinking at about 7pm and stopped at around 5am, so the bulk of the evening is just a big blur of whiskey and champagne, and I’m not going to try to do a proper recap. But I was extraordinarily lucky in terms of 1:1 timing, and ended up with seven total across the two shows, five of which were completely new to me (Banquo, Lady MacDuff, Hecate, Nurse, and the sixth floor). By the time I ended up back in the Manderley after the late show, I was a big mess of sweat and ashes and scented oil and food coloring and lipstick. It was glorious, and I’m going back tonight.
Attention Yelp users: it’s ‘Manderley,’ not ‘Mandalay.’ It’s also ‘McKittrick,’ not ‘McKitteridge,’ or ‘that place with the 1920s Hamlet lol.’
