More Car Chases, Please?

It was a good thing the Premiere of "Island Noodle pause Theodore Harold Ergonomic pause Wimpy Action Krispy Eggroll" got started late last night because Plot and Duck got slogged in traffic trying to cross the Bay Bridge at 7pm in the rain. When the PlotzWagon was still in the city at 7:40 he figured they had no chance, but the other side of the Bay was wide open and Plottie actually got to the parking lot in front of the playhouse by 8:01. Then it took ten minutes of reverse Dante -- higher and higher circles of Hell -- to find a stall to park in, and another five to find an exit. By the time they ran across the street and into the theater the Press Tickets had already been returned to the box office so that took another five minutes and STILL they were in their seats for fifteen minutes before Act One began.

Plot wanted a cookie. Act One took an hour and a half! The cookie line was long at intermission but they had good coffee. Act Two took another hour. In all, the show was good but he should have gotten two cookies.

Plot is not getting jaded, he still loves live theater, but he's getting very impatient with wordiness on stage. Last night it was gay women examining all the world's problems, having affairs with each other and blaming society for making them all miserable.

Plotnik says: Grow UP! Have an affair with whoever you want. But make it count because there will be a price to pay and YOU YOU YOU have to pay it. It wasn't George Bush that got to cruise around those new curves, was it? No, it was you. So stop blaming him, pay for your transgressions and if you're going to write a play about it throw in some car chases for Allen.