The Incident at Soho Playhouse featuring Jim Rash (on a sign)

 

How it started... How it went:

Me and the bookclub made plans for dinner and a show. Specifically, a fancy dinner at Palma juxtaposed by one of those "work in progress" kinds of shows with $12 tickets. 

The show in question was a one-woman performance and while it had a few hitches in its giddyup, the youth of today know how to put it all out there. It's not like back in my time when most of the not-quite-ready-for-primetime one acts were held together with like earnesty, goth vibes and dental floss. Three points for the internet and streaming video, I guess.

So this show is the early show and it's over at 8:30. Upon exit, Casey notices the sign for a performance featuring Jim Rash (from the Way Way Back movie). 

See photo above. You can see how one might presume that the Jim Rash performance is at 9pm and also be clear on where to line up. Casey is all in for a theatrical double header and she zips back inside and asks the young woman purveyor in the ticket window if seats are available for the 9pm Jim Rash performance.

Instant silverback energy unfolds. Like goblin mode.

That minimum wage worker is pissed, like legit pissed that Casey would misunderstand the sign game out front. It turns out the Jim Rash performance only opens next week or something. This is apparently very clear on the Soho Playhouse website had anyone bothered to check.

Casey comes stumbling out of the theater because she sure got the what for. 

We ladies of a certain age immediately determine this is truly hilarious. We are too old and too GenX to worry that the youngster behind the ticket counter probably is suffering from an existential crisis and/or some PTSD situation related to Jim Rash and/or ticketing and/or poor signage. 

My bookclub spontaneously fashions our own one act for purposes of art and because we don't let one of our own get treated that way with zero recourse.

Audrey trots up the steps, goes back in the theater and asks the non-seller-of-tickets behind the counter for a seat at the 9pm Jim Rash show. 

The one act unfolds with all the flare and drama the show we'd just seen was mostly missing. The not-really-all-that-interested-in-selling-anything worker erupts and chases Audrey out of the theater. She stands on the stairs like Washington crossing the Delaware and announces "Good Evening!" to all of Soho. 

After we collect ourselves, we head off into the night and spend our money on expensive drinks. I had a Sazarac for the first time in a while and texted my friend Greg in New Orleans to let him know.