Theatre

A miracle happened and my mother-in-law asked if the kids can come over for a couple of nights. We have two evenings free, wow, what to do? I asked my husband if he wants to go to theatre to see “Ansigtet mod væggen” (The face against the wall); he wondered what it was about. “It is about my life, a girl getting married with the wrong guy”, I said (the faithful readers know by now that I should have married the count from the champagne chateau, Oncle Bob or a rich American producer). My husband didn’t have anything better to do, and agreed to see my life on scene.

So we went to this small, intimate theatre, Cafeteater, where you sit very close to the scene. You can touch the actors in fact. It was a quite weird piece and in the middle of the play (this was part of the script I guess) one of the actors suddenly looked very intensively at one of the ladies at the first row and screamed at her: “What the hell are you staring at? Turn around, can you hear me, turn around, you cunt!” The lady looked totally shocked and terrified, and seeing her profile from my seat, I couldn’t help laughing. I had to bite my arm not to laugh too loudly, as this obviously wasn’t a part the audience was supposed to laugh.

My husband fell asleep in the end of the play, I in the contrary was very entertained. But my arm still hurts and has enormous bite marks on it.