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So last night I went to the theater with my father.  It was an awesome night-50 One Minute Plays.  And they meant it!  Your emotions went everywhere and it truly demanded of the audience a willing suspension of disbelief, a lot of attention, and an open mind to how the plays were grouped together to create these vignettes of life in Jersey at this moment.  My mom watched the boys and Hubby sadly was working because I know he would have loved the show.

The preshow music was carefully selected and truly set the tone for the 50 one minute plays we were about to watch, but how many of you have had to listen to “I Touch Myself” sitting next to your dear old dad?  There were a number of songs with less than wholesome lyrics, and while neither of us are prudes,  I really could have lived my entire life without hearing “I don’t want anybody else/when I think about you/I touch myself” while talking to my dad about my sons.  This is the plot line to a Greek tragedy.

It is amazing what you can fit into one minute.  Some of the plays were amazingly verbose for only a minute.  Others had no dialogue, just crying or gestures or movements that told the whole story.  Many were raunchy-somehow it’s easier to watch than simply hear “raunchy” with your dad.  I suppose because the audience mode took over.  Some were political, some were theological, some were just plain funny.

If the festival comes near you, do attend it.  It will be different plays than I saw, but I am sure they would be just as full of talent as last night’s theater.

Just promise me you won’t touch yourself.

Check out more info about the festival here:

http://www.passagetheatre.org/ or http://www.oneminuteplayfestival.com/2013/01/16/3rd-annual-nj-ompf/