Let me set the stage. The curtain opens. It is a warmish Saturday evening in early April. The music is great, the decor is tiki, the drinks are good. Three friends are sitting around a table chatting, having a great time. One of them leaves to go to the restroom. Our play begins
(Two friends chatting indistinctly, both sipping on their drinks. The bar back approaches. Bar back without checking to see if the girl is finished with her drink picks up the napkin which was sitting on the table, crumples it up, throws it in the glass)
The Girl: Excuse me. I wasn't finished with that
The Bar Back silently, reaches into the glass, removes the napkin and sets the drink in front of the girl again.
The Girl, staring at the bar back in disbelief: Well I am not going to finish it now.
Bar back grunts, picks up the absent friend's drink, which still has about a 1/3 of her drink in it, and walks off before either of the two can say anything.
Curtain falls.
Waiting to see if the revival of the play warrants a better review. read more