Finally saw the show last night. Kudoz Mz. Elza. She was very good, and it was worth standing for an hour.
I say finally, because getting four girls ready, in a car, parked and on the show with only 30 minutes off, is a feat rarely accomplished in whatever day and age. I am pretty sure that even in Stone Age, there was a caveman tapping the sundial, while the wife and girls were putting on their best mamooth pelts and rouging their lips with raspberries.
Modern age girls, like yours truly, need their shower, their hairgel, three outfits tryouts, powder, lipstick lipgloss, eyeshadow, another outfit change, deodorant, whoops the wallet, shoes, hair mousse and spray to set it, closing down an open blouse, change of pants, another mist of perfume, bra change, earrings, necklace, necklace change, ID, transfer stuff to purse from tote, bathroom trip, and go. To top it off, there were four of us trying to use the same bathroom mirror. But I digress.
We finally made it through the traffic, parking, high heels totering on 48th street, a surly door person and no seating at the theatre with only 30 minutes delay. But we were there and it was truly worth it. The stage was simple, with only a few props, and Ms Zagreda was very good at using them and engaging the audience’s attention. She was engaging and entertaining in turns, and had the accent of Montenegro Catholic Albanians down pat. As much as some things hurt to hear, they were funny and a bit too close to home.
Of course, I was born and raised in THE Capital City and so were my parents. Nobody ever had ANY doubts we girls were going to College. But there were different reasons for it. My grandpa, who taught me how to read at 4, told me College was another bracelet for my future husband. The family plan was that by College I would have found the man of my dreams (from a good Alb Family of course) and settle down. By 30, i’d have my kids, my career and my life next to mommy, daddy, in-laws, and other happily married couples. Extra-curricular activities such as Ballet, Painting, Acting, Muscle-building etc. were quietly weeded out and replaced by the most necessary skills in a girl’s life, needlepoint, crochet, sawing, dishwashing, laundry etc. I was heckled into sitting like a lady (close those legs and sit straight, you are not a man!); respect my elders (‘less my in-laws returned me on Monday); serve coffee on a tray (to the oldest man, then the oldest woman, then the possible candidate), laugh prettily and never tell dirty jokes.
So Buk e Djath hit a string, deeply hidden inside. Even though the pace was a little slow for me and far more jokes could have been packed into the show, Ms. Zagreda had a lot of stamina and was easy on the eyes, a sure sign that the show would be a success. The overflowing theater showed the same. I wish good luck to Ms. Zagreda (who knew she had been in Law & Order?), and maybe hope to see her show translated into a movie one day (hopefully not My Big Fat Greek Wedding #2, Albanian Edition).
Afterwards, we had a good time hanging out at Maria Pia for a glass of wine and plenty of yelling, and then a gyro from a Park Ave Stand at 1.30AM. Sure enough, this morning I was at work bright and bleary-eyed, nodding on autopilot, and spilling the coffee everywhich way, most notably on my 83 yr old patient, a wonderful sweet and truly classy lady. I swear that was the last day I go out on Sunday (UHUH).
Anyway, again good show and if it ever comes around in your city, do not miss it. Take your Non-Alb Halves too, as it is in English and saves a lot of breath in explanations.