The Killing Kompany Diaries |
Mundis vult decipi, ergo decipaitur. |
The Nuts of Nutley, New Jersey |
Yet again
The Killing Kompany found themselves back in New Jersey
last night
this time
for the benefit of the local YMCA Swim Team
and their coaches
who were hosting a fete
to raise moolah
for their local aquatically enhanced offspring
who
according to quelling
parents in attendance
had been invited
to something called:
"The NATIONALS!"
"National what?"
was
the question that kept popping into my
leathery
gray matter?
I proceeded to spent the evening in a restaurant dining room
that had the appearance of a
Mafia Designer's fantasy
Mob joint
portraying the character of: Purdy Spackler Minister of The
First Church of Leather
For the pseudo wedding
that
Jon had come up with as a theme
I began the ceremony written especially for the
evening as follows:
"Dearly Bewildered, we are
gathered here to hitch this babe to this dude..."
Note: Immediately following the wedding
an assignation attempt was made upon the life of the groom
by a delivery person wearing a "UPMS" tee shirt.
Though I was dressed in my thug finest
for the entire evening
no one guessed I was one of the assassin / killers?
Less is more I suppose.
My personal highlight of the evening
was my interesting interpretation
of the dance that accompanies
the song: "Y.M.C.A."
which single handily has now been driven
to a new low in the realm of artistic expression. Unable to follow the frantic arm waving chorus
I proceeded to transform myself
into an calesthentically impaired
spastic
for my own amusement ... This in no way altered the flow
of the other participants
as they waved their body parts about
Note: This particular song was BANNED at my own wedding! |
Unlike my last visit to New Jersey to perform
I successfully:
1 - avoided striking my head on the door jamb
when I was killed off.
2 - remained aware of the fact that
a marble floor
{tuck and roll notwithstanding}
is a bad place to choose to die.
Rather
I spun around gracefully
having acquired the appropriate number of pistol shots
from the detective / hero
and fired one more salvo of my own into the ceiling
before
collapsing head first into
the crotch of the female swim coach.
So the play ends
with moi
upon my knees
one arm draped over the table
-and my hand in her desert-
the other arm
draped over the back of her chair
upon my knees
with my head squarely planted in her private parts
making it impossible for her to remove
herself
from the final tableau
to the accompanying sounds of laughter and great applauding...
I heard this
in a muffled manner
from my own position...
but understandably
since my butt was facing the entire
crowd
I could not see their faces...
Good Theatre Training prevails
again.
END OF PLAY
As the cast was introduced at the end of the play
I made a point of having myself credited
as an instructor of Drama at Adelphi University...