You Are In Town

My daughter, the ImpQueen and granddaughter, TayBelle a.k.a. ChristmasBelle, decided that it was time to move HarleyDad’s cultural level up a notch. For that reason HarleyDad and Brokerbelle were invited to see TayBelle in a play called “You Are In Town.”

“You Are In Town” was evidently a play where TayBelle had a key role. HarleyDad responded that he was a rich guy and could buy TayBelle a whole box of donuts and she would not have to be satisfied by just one puny old sweet roll. Neither ImpQeen nor TayBelle were amused and ImpQueen explained that TayBelle was a thespian. HarleyDad responded grumpily that even though he respected different sexual persuasions, he did not really think his granddaughter was a thespian because he knew she had several boyfriends.

By then ImpQueen had had it. In exasperation she exclaimed “ACTING, DADDY, ACTING.” Now that ImpQueen explained it in terms of Saturday Night Live , HarleyDad got it. “Yeah, I understand” HarleyDad said. I am not an uneducated man. I attended Baylor Barber College of Knowledge down in Waco, Texas. I know these things. You mean my daughter is a “Drama Mama.” She is an actresses doing plays on stages, street plays etc, like a “Drag Queen.” “Well , almost” replied the ImpQueen she does get dressed up in this play and her role is Ms. Millenium.

Being educated in these matters, it was with some excitement that Brokerbelle and I traveled out of Ozarklandia to another part of the state to see our granddaughter strut her stuff, oops, I mean perform.

I was excited to see “You Are In Town” which I surmised was written by Thorntown Wilder and was a sequel to “Our Town.”

Well we got there and was I ever pissed off. My granddaughter evidently was a star in an All-Star Musical called Urinetown. Urinetown is a Broadway musical about a town where you had to pay to urinate (down here in Ozarklandia we just say “pee”). Broadway is a place somewhere around New York City where people are all teed off at one another and even piss in the streets to express their courage and individuality.

My how things have changed since HarleyDad was a boy. We didn’t talk about things that people did with that part of the anatomy. But now I guess privates aren’t private any more. They are “publics” and plays are written about them and high school students that shouldn’t be peein’ at all are playing roles about it and getting honors and awards.

If you want to be uppity and edicated and all advanced, then I guess you can go to the website for Urinetown. You can find it at http://www.urinetown.com/flash/index.html
They don’t show very many dirty pictures so they aren’t pornography (which is defined as photography without clothing) or nothing like that .

Well it was a long play and drizzling outside, so HarleyDad had to keep excusing himself and running off to the little boys room where thankfully the students were not selling programs, tee-shirts that said “ I was pissed off at Urinetown”, piss pots or Urinetown coffee mugs. But enough of bathroom humor. Evidently the play was a rousing success and everybody enjoyed it. TayBelle played a magnificent role.

HarleyDad however explained to ImpQueen and Taybelle that he had attended uppity plays before and new fangled method acting. He knew what the Theatre of the Absurd was and he had attended such wonderful musicals before such as “Hair” which really wasn’t about hair but was about mooning the audience, so HarleyDad knew good acting when he had seen it. And by the way, TayBelle was a good actress, but still the mime was a terrible thing to waste.

All that being said HarleyDad returned to his pick-up truck whistling “The Age of Aquarius”, and he and Brokerbelle returned to Ozarklandia where he was safe from noveau art once again.