Will you spend the night?
There’s a hotel room right here. And you are here and I am here.
I’d like you to spend the night.
There’s no hot chocolate, but the shower is nice. The view is too, we’re quite high up here.
Spend the night.
We met at the hotel room. It’s like neutral ground there. . One you rent for a finite amount of hours and one that you drink in every last moment of. You talk and you kiss. You wear the fluffy white robes and matching slippers that are always too big for your feet.
Even if there isn’t hot chocolate or chenille bed linen, the calm and clean of a hotel room is like a pocket of time and space. It is like a stage where scenes occur on a backdrop of shade blinds and white linen and single serve mini bar drinks.
Single serve, single night, single moment. Spend the night? Spend the night with me. We can cuddle and I’m going to drink what is in the minibar. I’m going to take a really long shower.
Spend the night.
I spent the night with Richard (Charles Mayor) and April (Elizabeth Hay) at the Bakehouse Theatre in Adelaide this week. The play was called The Last Time I Saw Richard written by Cat Commander and Directed by Craig Behenna of Five.Point.One. I muse on this play not as a review, but as an expression of what I experienced as a viewer.
I spent the night watching them in their hotel room. It was voyeuristic and I reminisced over their familiar conversation and conviviality. Richard looked out to us but I realised he didn’t see our faces, just his own reflection in the mirror as he commented on how he should work out more… or how lovely the view out the window was. It was like a two way mirror. We watched their dalliance with one another grow into a sweet love. Every time they spent the night together, we did too.
Seeing April and Richard together reminded me of the to and fro of new lovers in the night hours. A play game of emotions, desires… of needs. Of genuinely liking someone but being afraid to say so candidly. Fear, rejection and isolation are mixed up in flirting, vulnerability and ease of just being with somebody. Laughter erupts amid melody and recognition of the age gap from pop music references made. We took these polaroids and it was representative of the single moment, the fleeting moment. We checked into having time together, away from the world, and checked out, back into our own realities.
Go and see this play and get caught up in that magical suspension of time that exists within the set of a hotel room.
On now at The Bakehouse Theatre Adelaide.