Today’s guest post is by Joanne.
Ever since I got interested in theater in high school, the thought of moving to Minneapolis took hold of me. Whether instinct, destiny, fate, or what have you, I was drawn to the City of Lakes, home of the famed Guthrie Theater and the Jewel of the Midwest. Green Bay, Wisconsin was not a small town, but back then it was just Packers, beer and cheese it seemed.
After a year and a half of college in Green Bay and a year stint working in a creamery, I was definitely ready to fulfill my dream of acting and finishing my degree at the U of MN. The final step was registering for classes in person during the summer at a prescribed day and time at the Minneapolis campus. I took a few days off work from the creamery and got a friend to drive with me. I didn’t want to go alone to the “big city”, so we found a cheap motel room close to campus. Anybody know of the Gopher Motel? There was no internet to check these things out, so I just winged it as best I could using a (paper!) map.
We arrived at our seedy hotel room early in the evening on a Monday night, excited about our adventure. On a whim, we called the Guthrie just to see what was playing. Back then, they had Monday night Rush tickets with a show at 8pm – and they had a few seats available for Monsieur de Moliere playing that night. It was nearly 7:15pm – should we do it? The person at Guthrie ticket office assured us we were only 15-20 minutes away. With frantic excitement, we called a cab, got dressed and ready for our special night on the town.
We arrived with just enough time to buy the last $5 (five dollars!) rush tickets and the last ones seated. Unbelievably, these were the best seats (known as house seats, which are saved to the last minute in case of mistakes or surprise VIPs). While local critics panned this particular play, I was absolutely enthralled. I think it was about the life of Moliere and his benefactor, King Louis IV. Everything about the production was amazing to me.
I was seated on the aisle, close to front and center. I’ve never had such excellent seats again at the Guthrie! At one point in play, the actor playing King Louis XIV was in the aisle next to me, seated on his “throne” while watching or talking to Moliere onstage. I just stared at him. His costume was magnificent – a white satin with rich gold brocade material on everything –hat, waist coat, pantaloons, shoes – with poufs, gold braid and lace accenting every detail. A long elaborately curled wig adorned his head. The costume was gorgeous, excessive yet tasteful as was the fashion of the period.
I clearly remember ogling that costume so close to me and thrilling to the amazing acting I experienced during the production. My first few years in Minneapolis, I felt the Guthrie could do no wrong.. Every time I attended a play there was a thrilling event for me. Before kids arrived, I had season tickets for 2 years for cheap seats on Sunday matinees (I hate driving at night). Eventually, I realized even the Guthrie had occasional clinkers, but it never dimmed my enthusiasm and the special thrill I felt each and every time I went to that magical place.
There is always a bigger town somewhere. Name one that boasts a unique and intimidating experience you’re excited and afraid to have?
