| “Just a man, and his will to survive…” |
| Friday, 27 January 2006 10:40 |
 Last night, Gabe took me to see a show at the Salt Lake Acting Company titled, “I Am My Own Wife.” In the words of the female patrons, it was “Just fabulous!” I Am My Own Wife was a one-man show about a German transvestite who lived through the Hitler regime and the Cold War. Next to me sat a red-headed girl and a lollipop. Yes, a lollipop. Red-head would sluuurrrp each time she’d take a lick and then giggle loudly when the actor made a joke. I looked around the room at the rest the adult consumed theatre and realized she was in fact, the only person with a lollipop; and I got to sit next to her. Every time I heard this woman’s lips smack against the sphere of candy, I wanted to knock her over the head. Either that, or shove the rest of the lollipop down her throat to choke her. Her presence became so obnoxious I realized I had become so encompassed with her disgusting noises that I was unable to concentrate on the play. Resisting the urge to actually choke her, I waited it out. Eventually, she took her last lick and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she took out a piece of gum.
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