the infamous bed
Once upon a time, in a land not so far away (Queens), I Can’t Believe It’s Not Shakespeare premiered its first production: The Bros’ Play by our very own artistic director Julia Rae Maldonado. Of all the excitement and goings on of a putting together a production there was one aspect of the entire process that seemed to demand a lot more of our time and attention than we had expected. One word: Bed. The focal point of the stage, the place where sin and filth would merge, and believe me, it did.
All of the other props and set dressings were easy enough to come by and fairly painless to schlep to the theater. But where on Earth do you find a place that sells nice enough beds for dirt cheap AND provides cut-rate transportation in the form of sketchy van rides from “Big Bob” to the Theater? I’ll tell you where: IKEA – the bastard child of capitalism and meatball loving Swedes.
We opted for the second most inexpensive model, the DALSELV. So now all we had to do was put it together and Voilà! A bed for the set, right? Not so fast – the bed frame was made of that inferior pale wood they call pine. So we had to stain it a nice “walnut” color. After hours of toxic fume inhalation and extensive brain cell death (which lead to my commandeering of the downstairs bathroom) we had successfully stained the bed frame “carrot piss”.
But before we stained the bed we made one grave error that would cause many many epic fails in the coming days, namely – during the performances. Word of Advice: Use ALL of the parts that IKEA tells you to in their nice little picture instructions. Do not let the playwright tell you “oh yeah we don’t need THIS part”.
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