Post haunted house on Saturday: singing Shakespeare in the street, arriving at the IT party while the cops were breaking it up, watching trains (right in front of your face/on the other side of the fence), unnecessarily drinking PBR’s out of to go coffee mugs (public drinking is barely enforced anyway), crashing Halloween (the week long celebration) loft parties based on the lights you can see while passing by warehouses, finding a series of vagina drawings (it was fate!), and making new friends to eat 5am bagels with = ideal evening.
(post haunted house acting) (hiding from frat boys) (plotting my escape)
(This week I was in a theatrical-improv theatre-fetish-haunted house called ‘NO!’ at Theatre Saint Catherine. Each of the nights, after parties and ongoing to all morning parties included, were probably the most fun I’ve had since moving to Montreal.
There were really intense bondage tables, topless girls digging blood out of pumpkins, wind up tap dancing dolls who get slaughtered, a drag couple doing a scene I didn’t see with whipped cream and dildos, various insane clowns, a magician with his mouth sewn shut, a girl staple gun-ing her own thighs, ect. I developed the character of a psychopathic ghost clown teenager who mentally manipulated patrons, sobbed hysterically, mimicked her suicide by self strangulation, taunted and strangled her girly clown sister, stalked groups moving through the house by using secret passages to be constantly appearing in every room, trying to touch their faces from behind a curtain and spent the whole time staring at them like an haunted & possessed but curious virgin. ahaha. so so fun. Everyone was so freaky and beautiful and wonderful and hilarious and loves to dance till all hours. Halloween is just the all time best time of year. I’ll post more photo’s soon.)