What's it about?
It followed a lower class mother-daughter relationship and all their other relationships.
What'd I experience?
So these past couple of days, I’ve began to notice how much awkward eye contact I’ve made with strangers. I’m always at a crossroad between holding it till they look away and looking away. Funny enough, during this show, I made tons of awkward eye contact with one of the orchestra people. He was cute, what can I say?
As I entered the theater, I felt so fancy shmancy. It was the nicest one I’ve been to. I felt somewhat out of place, but I was ready for first class treatment. #yasss
Walking towards the box office, I felt super 007. The ticket wasn’t under my name, so I had to pull off being someone else. It was exhilarating. I was asked what name it was under, and when he made me repeat it, I thought my cover was blown. Luckily, it wasn’t, and I know I’m probably making a bigger deal of this than it actually is, but how many times can you say you got to be someone else?
This is when my amazing experience goes... sour. At first, I loved where I was sitting. Third row. Not too far. Not too close. The people around me though were not worth the great seat. The women behind me gossiped about the large woman who sat next to me, like she couldn’t hear, but the guy next to me, he takes the cake. You see, there are very few things that upset me or make me angry. This guy. He knew what he was doing. During the show, as I always do, I was taking notes - when he started speaking to me. I was taken aback, since it’s unusual to talk during a performance, but as I began processing what he was saying I had to keep myself in check. Apparently, I was “writing my thesis” during the show, and it was “RUDE!” As he said those words to me, I was seconds away from letting him have it, but I held back. Which, can I say that I’m pretty proud of. The performance was still going on, and I decided to take the high road. I wasn’t going to let this ‘shmo ruin my experience. #gone
Now, I gotta mention the orchestra because not only did I love the jazz music they played, but there was the added bonus of them being cute. Yeah. That was probably the main reason. The cuteness. I liked how they reacted to scenes too. There was this weird dynamic where the characters would speak to them, and even now, I’m still not really sure if they were meant to play a role in the play or not. They never said a word, but whenever a character spoke to them, they would have these hilarious facial expressions, especially the guy who played the trumpet.
Most of this show was about the dynamic between a mother and daughter. I can sum it up in three words. Pretty. Fucked. Up. There was the mother, who was referred to as Ellen, and she was insanely promiscuous, superficial, and absent in Josephine’s life (her daughter). Even the way they argued was heartbreaking. Josephine would say things like “You’ve made my life a misery. Why do something when you’ve never done anything for me?” and she even goes on to explain where her issues with love began. She always tried to hold her mother’s hand, but her mother would always pull away, loving everyone else but her. I continued to feel her pain throughout the performance as her mother left her, choosing a man over her yet again. I began to understand why she was always angry. She was just a hurt kid, and I understand that far too well. She continued on saying that she “[was] already ruined,” and she even goes far enough to say that her mother meant nothing to her. #feelingthetension
The man Ellen runs off with, Mr. Smith, was hands down my favorite. I’m guessing he was super awesome cause he was drunk all of the time. He was this energetic weirdo, but I was lovin’ it. He had an eye patch, like can you GET any cooler than that? In whatever scene he was in, he would always find some way to dance like a dork, and he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. It was awesome. HE was awesome.
There were some hilarious lines tossed around here and there like “the more you know the less you earn” and “everything is seen best in the dark, even me.” Josephine said some of the funniest lines, though. She had no regard for social norms and was willing to push the envelope when it came to what she wanted. She confronts Mr. Smith, asking if she could see the hole underneath his eye patch and if he always sleeps with his eye patch on. She even compares breastfeeding to cannibalism, and man, I was dying at that point. I could tell that she wasn’t havin’ it, and she wouldn’t with her baby. Josephine even debates calling her baby number one because “it’ll always be number one to itself.” Damn. That girl cracked me up.
Jeffrey, a friend of Josephine, ends up crashing at her place, and their dynamic was priceless. The way they constantly teased each other and joked around, I was kinda jealous. They seemed like a good time, and for those few scenes, it felt like Josephine finally got to experience some level of happiness. The two even joke about the size of babies. Josephine says there are skinny babes and “others are huge with rolls of fat,” to which Jeffrey replies” that’s revolting.” Sadly, it’s insinuated that he’s gay, but in all honesty, I’m still shipping them. For once Josephine got what she deserved, happiness, and I wanted it to stay that way.