blimey
The play has been performed, the wine mopped off the floor, the shattered glass swept up, and only one trip to the emergency room was needed.
It's just one of those special Hunter moments, when you're sitting on the floor, having your set designer curl your hair with an iron plugged into a convenient outlet that you're probably not supposed to be using but whatever. Or screaming from behind the curtain 10 minutes to showtime "OH MY GOD IT'S FUCKING PURPLE!". Or running through the hallway dressed as a skanky french widow, desperately trying not to flash anyone, to get paper towels to clean up all of the spills.
I love Hunter, and I love my theater class.
It's as simple as that.
It's just one of those special Hunter moments, when you're sitting on the floor, having your set designer curl your hair with an iron plugged into a convenient outlet that you're probably not supposed to be using but whatever. Or screaming from behind the curtain 10 minutes to showtime "OH MY GOD IT'S FUCKING PURPLE!". Or running through the hallway dressed as a skanky french widow, desperately trying not to flash anyone, to get paper towels to clean up all of the spills.
I love Hunter, and I love my theater class.
It's as simple as that.