i confess

i've done something i'm not proud of, and have learned my lesson.
i went and saw puppetry of the penis.
one of troys mates saw it and said it was hilarious (why oh why didn't the alarm bells ring in my head?) troy kept talking about it saying 'aren't you curious about what it is?' he wore away at me during the edinburgh festival and finally i agreed.
when i suggested it as a fun night out to olly, she kept laughing nervously 'really, you really are serious about going to this'. and i had the rebellious face of someone suggesting something a little naughty like whats-your-problem-man, dont-be-a-prude. so a combination of bullying and curiousity got to her, and when i asked if i should get tickets for her and doug she laughed and said 'yeah...okay.'
so we got ready and went out, had a few drinks and i was getting merry and thinking 'cool, this is cool' when it hit me. we were lining up and i thought 'wha...? what am i doing here?' but by then it was too late.
it wasnt that it was totally devoid of humour. there is a sick and shocking element to it all that makes you laugh. but none of the 'installations' really looked like what they were supposed to. except maybe the brain, at a stretch. at one point they asked ' is it anyones birthday /hens night?' - and this poor girl who was celebrating her 18th birthday was dragged onto stage to hold this guys leg as... lets just say it was disturbing and i dont think she was drunk enough to enjoy it. but after the 5 minutes of actual material, you were suddenly staring down the remaining 55 minutes of lame wooden dialogue, and a couple of dudes playing with their doodles. and the knowledge that you paid for it. according to troy i had this horrfied look on my face the whole time.
as we walked out of the theatre feeling a little ill, our innocence a little shattered, it was awkwardly quiet. we all knew what we thought of the 'performance'.
so doug said 'thanks erin.'
you're welcome...