Recently my friends and I took on Edward Albee's dastardly play, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? We delighted in the vitriolic exercise, taking a break in between acts to actually eat, as the four characters never do, choosing liquor instead for their grueling sustenance. Baby and I splayed a bunch of bottles on the table, and we encouraged our guests to go forth during the proceedings and help themselves to it as we plunged headlong into the play, which takes place in a single, devastating, booze-fueled evening.
I drew the sketch above, and made copies for our guests. We've got Martha in the aggressive foreground with George's eyeglasses nestled in her bosom; "slim hipped" Honey is in the upper left poised over a large glass of brandy with frigid cubes of ice in her belly; and Nick, "the stud", her husband, shirtless, but still wearing a collegiate tie.
Tonight's Retro Menu
Pigs in Blankets
Powdered Sugar Orange Banana Pudding Cake
After weathering a soul-shredding career as a theatrical agent that lasted entirely too long, Mr. Sherwood left his stable of actors from the stage and screen and went on to pursue his literary aspirations. He is currently the dining editor for Next magazine (nextmagazine.com) where he writes a weekly restaurant review column which also features Manhattan's best food and drink recipes from the finest chef's and bartenders on the island. In 2010 he was published in Foodista’s Best of Food Blogs Cookbook. He toiled as web editor for industry leader Interior Design magazine for several years and has also written for New York magazine, Travel & Leisure and Woman’s Day.
A proud graduate of the University of New Hampshire, one of the nation’s top drinking schools, Mr. Sherwood also studied voice and theater abroad at Regent’s College, in London’s historic Regent’s Park, and at the Royal Academy of Music. He spent a year at Hunter College in Manhattan.
Mr. Sherwood recently published his first novel, the pale of memory, available on Amazon.com, BarnesAndNoble.com, and iUniverse.com. He is in the midst of writing a second.
Twitter/tweet/twat him @kaleidabox