Have I mentioned this? I’m a part of this pretty stellar group of actors/writers/directors 18-25 (sort of) – At Play Productions.

This group is the reason I have sometimes have drinks with* Kevin Spacey. Sometimes. / * in same room as.

This weekend, we retreated, so hard, as theatrical types do –  to Locust Valley, Long Island – where Ms. Mary Quick (actor; cutebottom) has a family summer home plantation type situation.

With a decent number of attenders, some 30 bottles of assorted liquors, and 500 bucks worth of cookie dough/ lunchmeat/ lasagna/ sasuages / marshmallows / assorted fat-causing substances, and four new plays to workshop – we certainly had our work cut out for us.

And what began peacefully with American Apparel-esque lounging about –

And theatrical mad libs (favorite phrases include (but are not limited to: Should I put my penis down and set a date, or continue being gnarly? and I will have the soft-shelled whorebass with homemade pantie sauce. etc.)

…soon got dirty when night fell.

Possessed by the spirit of retreaty-ness, of reckless abandon, of Youth, of drama club days of yore – we found ourselves eating cookie dough with our hands,

striking khaki-induced poses,

Cackling to assorted youtube affronteries:

Dancing the Dance of the Possessed Person Performance Dance,

Revelling in each other’s hidden talents –  (playing with French toys whilst the token British Member of Theater Company rhymthically recites the names of every king of England. You know, and so on:)

Walking it out as a Group –

and eating of cold, late night chicken wings –

…Ew. Oh, Bobby.

Not pictured, for sake of the safety of the photographer –  rowdy games of competitive, cut-throat charades, fooz ball, ping pong,  and Mafia (in which your Heroine / Bstetter secretly murdered the crap out of everyone.)

In our defense, we also workshopped all four plays. For real. We walked it out with my play, Le Fou, in which I made Kit Williamson (far left) play an old lady. He was better than the the movie.

All in all, a hootin/hollerin throw down;  a (distinguished / collaborative) high school – esque / drama club / eatin hash browns from a box while drivin lovely good time. I am thrice glad I won’t.

Those who didn’t: kindly stew and marinate in your jealousy.