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
Caesar Salad
Rotisserie Chicken
Powdered Sugar Orange Banana Pudding Cake
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