Mack came into my room at 4 in the morning.
“Buddy! There’s this thing you gotta go to.”
He was pretty drunk. Getting woken up happens a lot. Rarely does he bust into my room though. Usually he just makes toast and slams doors. But last night I had to know about this “thing.”
“I’m at Ellen’s birthday party. You know Bourbon Street bar or whatever. I go to borrow this chair from another table and the guy’s reading Hamlet. I’m like why are you reading Hamlet at a bar?”
I chimed in, “Mack? Does this have a point? ”
“Yea, well he’s an actor and we got to talking. Turns out his theatre company does play readings every Monday. You should send something. It’s called ‘slutty pixie fairies’ or something. Google it. You want some toast?”
“I’m good,” I replied.
Now that couldn’t sleep I decided to look it up. Slutty pixie fairies yielded some wikis, a funny youtube video, and a bizarre fetish site. But nothing to help me get any of my plays read. Finally I found what most likely was what he was talking about; a theatre company called Naked Fairy Tales. They do, in fact “promote new and emerging playwrights” with readings every Monday night. I looked over a few of my plays, but I knew what I was going to submit. I watched a Futurama episode and tried to go back to bed. Zoidberg rules.