On a recent Friday night I was sipping my Summit and watching a young couple engage in a drunken public spat. The woman had done one too many shots and was about to let the liquor do the talking.
Like everyone else around me, I was riveted by a scene that plays out almost every weekend in downtown Minneapolis. The woman had been slamming shots of Jagermeister and Jack Daniels like they were heat-seeking missiles ready to explode. Boom. They detonated and she let loose a cacophony of insults, most unfit to print. Her final blow compared the boyfriend's manhood to the slender dimensions of a ballpoint pen. Ouch.
I laughed, along with everyone else in the room. The response was encouraged -- we were watching a play, after all.
But this was unlike most plays. Intermissions arrived every 10 minutes or so. Drinking games filled the downtime. Sex jokes filled the comedy sketches.
All in all, it was an evening overflowing with debauchery and attitude.
In other words: My kind of theater. In its fourth week, "Bye Bye Liver: The Twin Cities' Drinking Play" has been drawing crowds to the intimate Hennepin Stages theater. In the 75-minute show, a young cast moves surely and swiftly through a half-dozen sketches, each an exposition on the drunken, hilarious situations we've either witnessed or experienced ourselves.
There's the aforementioned "shot girl," that one person who shouldn't be doing shots. Other sketches reveal the secrets behind beer goggles and getting into VIP. Another takes us into the ladies room to find out what women really do when they go the bathroom together.
The language is lewd and the humor can be crude. I watched an older couple sitting at a nearby table cover their mouths on more than one occasion. As actor Mike Rylander told me, "We're not doing high Shakespeare art. It's an interactive drinking show."