Earlier I joked about Helen Hayes being like Theatre Prom.
I was right. In so many ways.
But instead of writing a plain ol’ review of this year’s Helen Hayes Awards- I thought I would just present to you my Helen Hayes day, blow-by-blow ala one of many Bill Simmons’ running diaries.
If you want a complete list of the winners you can read them here, but if you want to know what Helen Hayes was really like, read on.
8:12 AM
“Patrick, I’m about to cry. I just woke up with pink eye. Fml. Ok I am crying.”
I had it all set for the night’s #DramaProm. Monday I bought the perfect suit with Brittany and I learned how to tie a bow-tie. I even took the day off of work so I could focus all my energy on getting prepared for the big night. There wasn’t anything that could go wrong.
But then it did.
My date woke up and discovered she has suffered the same fate as Vinny: Conjunctivitis. She says she can get some drops for it- but I tell her to get an official diagnosis from a doctor, knowing that something as contagious as Pinkeye would rule her out for tonight.
I tweet out a message of frustration and cross my fingers- maybe she’ll be alright.
11:00 AM
We Love Arts: The Real Inspector Hound
I put the potential date emergency out of my mind as spend the morning writing a review for the show I saw this past weekend. I begin to wonder why didn’t I write this Sunday night and I remember I spent last night looking up British succession on Wikipedia after getting caught up in Royal Wedding fever. Did you know that the King of Norway is 68th in line for the British throne?
12:06 PM
After calling my date, I find out that the Pinkeye status has been confirmed and she’ll have to bow out of the night’s festivities. I manage to find a replacement to take her ticket. I continue on with the day’s preparations.
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