I quickly scanned the drink list signage for a coffee beverage. No, no… it couldn’t be. Surely they have coffee, surely they do. It was a semi code blue situation. I needed caffeine and I needed it stat, like in an intravenous kind of way. Otherwise I was simply not going to make it through the second act.
Before I realized there were no coffee options available I saw a clear countertop refrigerator full of tall, silver, red and blue Red Bull cans. Who in the world would drink Red Bull at the theater, I thought to myself almost laughing at the irony as I scanned for a coffee pot anywhere in sight. Red Bull at the theater just seemed wrong.
But I had been dozing in and out of consciousness (like my Grandmother did in Star Wars I when I was little for God’s sake) throughout the entire first act of a wonderful live performance. I was with two girlfriends the other night, one of whom was nice enough to invite me and let me use her spare second row, center ticket to see Peter and the Starcatcher – a wonderful show with an uber talented (and handsome I might add) cast, a great story line, a terrific script and wonderful stagecraft. Who could possibly fall asleep on the SECOND row where I could clearly see the spit coming out of the actors mouths when they spoke? Grandma Johnson… and me apparently.
I’m almost positive that I caught each one of my friends glancing my way at different times during my short, startled awake spurts and noticing me fighting to stay awake. Or maybe I dreamt that. I was playing it cool, and told myself that I probably wasn’t drooling or making snortish, gargling snore sounds each time I woke up, so they probably didn’t notice. And hopefully I didn’t lay my head on the shoulder of the random woman to my right (did that on a plane once).
I had no choice. As I reached the bartender stand, my fears of no coffee were confirmed. The Red Bulls on those cans stared me squarely in the eyes with little smirks on their faces. So I quietly ordered a Red Bull. “Sugar free or regular?” the gal asked. I didn’t know there were different versions and didn’t care. I murmured to her that I would take the sugar free Red Bull and a water as I handed her cash like I was making a drug deal. She gave me a little cup with a lid (luckily no sharpie) and explained to me that under no circumstances could I open the big can before I was sitting down in my theater seat since such a massive vessel of caffeine would not all fit in that little cup. ( I assume this was so that it wouldn’t spill all the way down the stairs to my seat, which was smart on her part considering she didn’t even know my history of similar episodes. ) She almost made me pinky swear that I completely understood her as she looked at me sternly to confirm my acceptance of this rule.
But there was no way in hell I was going to carry a huge, obnoxious Red Bull can into that theater and pop open the can just as the show was about to re-start. I would have had to scratch my crotch afterwards or something. Plus, it didn’t go with my great outfit and pearls, or the ambiance of the entire evening. Kind of like when you see a bride in a beautiful wedding gown holding a Bud Light.
But I was desperate. I needed a hit.
The bell chimed again. I quickly scurried over to a corner behind a column where the bartender gal couldn’t see me and poured a third of the can into my little lidded cup. I quickly swigged some of it down and did a quick refill. All I needed to complete this class-act picture was a cigarette package rolled up at the top of my Ann Taylor sleeve and a chain wallet hooked to the belt loop of my cute leopard capri pants.
That would have to do. I took a deep breath and stretched my eye sockets as widely as I could and headed back in.
Luckily the caffeine hit my bloodstream quickly as I’m sure Red Bull is intended and I was able to thoroughly enjoy the second act. I blame my exhaustion on a crazy work week, a first week of school for the kids with tons of forms to sign and hellish school supply shopping trips, that face punch gal incident way earlier that same morning and a little bit of that wine headache that might have been still lingering. I was a zombie, but in a cute leopard capri pants.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. and luckily it worked.
The best part? I don’t even think I drooled on anyone during the second act.
Desperate times called for desperate measures. Read your article, reminds me of myself two years ago.No matter how long night, the day will come.
Thank you. 🙂
Funny read! I can see you purchasing the Red Bull like it was a drug deal–furtive glances and all.
Luckily I’m caffeine-free (sugar-free, too). Went through the withdrawals once and that was enough for me. If I fall asleep, so be it!
Glad you enjoyed!
I read this post when you published it and I thought for certain that I wrote a comment. Since I’ve been napping the summer away, I suppose I dreamed that. I volunteer ushered “Peter and the Starcatcher” when it was first staged off Broadway out here at the New York Theater Workshop. (Volunteer ushering is how I get to see so many off Broadway shows for free.) Then, it transferred to Broadway (Christian Borle who played Black Stache won a Tony award) and now it is off Broadway again. I don’t know what you intend to do with all that essentially pointless backstory, but if you managed to stay awake while reading this comment, theaters have pretty strict beverage policy rules which clearly you were subject to when you needed that shot of Red Bull to maintain consciousness during Act II. Even though I’m a huge theater fan, there have been times when I’ve nodded out, too. I’m glad that you managed to stay awake during the second act. Peter is such a clever and fun show.
You are a tougher theater goer than I. I had same reaction last week, but decided to give in to my exhaustion and go home. Wished I had stayed and had a Red Bull. I will next time, the second act is always worth it.
LOL Red Bull or any of those so-called energy drinks do absolutely nothing for me. I can drink percolated coffee (black) at eleven o’clock at night and still sleep. Oh, and as for your grandmother falling asleep during Star Wars? I did exactly the same – can’t remember which one it was, but yes, at the premier at the movie theatre in our city I fell asleep and I love Star Wars.
Whahahahaha! Wish I could have seen that. Well written hon and thanks for the laugh. 😀
Classic. That inability to stop that tired Mack truck when it hits you….ugh, the worst. And always in inconvenient times and places. It happens sometimes at prayer meetings at church. And there is no delicate way to get caffeine. I love praying, but that is torturous!
luckily it worked out! thanks for reading!
I was worried when I was reading this that you were going to tell me you tripped going back into the theater and Red Bull flew everywhere …
That would be in keeping with me usual patterns. But no, just chugged in the lobby.
Sounds like something I would do!
Excellent post, Wry. I’ve never drank a Red Bull personally, but can understand why you felt you were making a drug deal at the counter. I love the coyness with which you hid behind a column and took a “quick fix” before returning to your seat. That’s enough to make a junkie proud.
Wow, I sort of know somebody who goes to the theater! I feel a little extra classy right now! Thanks for that.
🙂 I’m so fancy.
I’m glad that you decided to just go ahead and pep yourself up with some caffeine instead of going directly to wanting to punch one of your friends for catching you napping. Lol, I’m still learning who you are so I wasn’t sure how hard core you were about socking people.
Depends on the day.