It has been a while since I’ve blogged about Sleep No More, but in honor of my 10th visit (which sounds insane, but place all these visits over a year time span. Okay fine, that’s still almost once a month.) here is a post:

From Allez, Allie:

I remember the first time I went to see Sleep No More, the immersive theatrical take on Macbeth, over a year ago, I thought I might need to go just one more time to wrap my mind around what I’d witnessed. Now, somehow, this Monday I reached my tenth visit, yet the show still holds some mystery and draw in its beauty that has yet to fade for me. I haven’t done a recap in a while because I feared they might get a little repetitive, but this ended up being one of my favorite evenings, and there are details I want to remember.

This particular visit was especially wonderful, as it was part of the Manhattan Cocktail Classic, a festival of events revolving around glorious mixed drinks, and was featuring Bowmore scotch whiskey cocktails all evening. I love scotch whiskey perhaps as much as I love Sleep No More, so I did not doubt it was going to be an enjoyable experience, yet I wasn’t prepared for quite how extraordinary it was. I went with my friend Sean who hadn’t been before, and we found ourselves checking in with the first round of guests. After quickly drinking a Taxidermy After Dark cocktail (I mean, it was pretty much named so that I would consume 20 of them), we found ourselves in the elevator. I love to arrive early as you get to experience the space alone before the crowds later in the night, although this night it never actually got that busy…. read more

McKittrick Hotel - m4w - 25 (Chelsea)

Internet, who is leaving these Sleep No More missed connections???

Our eyes met across a dark and crowded room. You singled me out among a sea of identical faces, but as soon as our gazes met, I knew at once that you recognized me.

You took me by the hand and led me into a little room which you unlocked with a small key from around your neck. You whispered secrets in my ear for a while and then… I don’t really know what went wrong. I’m not really into the whole religious thing, I’m sorry if my ambivalence offended you. Anyway, I couldn’t find you anywhere the rest of the night. I hope everything’s ok.

Oh, and the whole baby thing is totally not an issue, so please call me - I haven’t been able to sleep a wink since our encounter. 

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