The show began, and we were transported to the end of the night in less time than it takes to down a shot. Smudged make-up, take-away debris, loo roll stuck on the soles of shoes, all the signs of a well rehearsed night of rosé-fulled anarchy.
As the piece unfolded, we were metaphorically dragged onto the dance floor of the show, as we danced through the inner lives of these every(wo)men. Intimate confessions and streams of consciousness were interspersed with shouts of 'open or closed?' followed by shots (yes, shots) of white wine. We were absolutely on the emotional rollercoaster, headed 'up town' and back again, stumbling, puking, crying and screaming with laughter.
As the night came to an end, we left with the feeling that the hang over was already taking hold and we were going to suffer for it. But this is a piece worth suffering for. Moments of gut wrenching pathos call on us to ask ourselves as women what it is that calls us to hit that self-destruct button, what binds us together as we free-fall through the night, and how easy it is to fail to see beyond the make-up and glitter and really examine the fullness of the lives of young women today.
Do go and see this company - they are great!