February 27, 2013. An Evening with Calloway, the Manderley Bar at the McKittrick Hotel.
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The back of my head is totally in one of these photos.
Remember that time I said I was tired of all the McKittrick parties being basically similar but increasingly expensive, and then I went ahead and bought tickets to the next McKittrick party anyway?
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.
Just a bunch of creeps living our best lives.
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.