I followed all three rules and Lady MacBeth kissed my beak.
Rule number one: wear this mask.
Rule number two: shut the hell up.
Rule number three: when a performer or one of the black-masked people indicate you should move out of the way, DO IT.
So I'm watching the red-haired Lady M eat a strawberry. She's clearly a bit bonkers. What we nowadays call a "hot mess". She headed toward the door. A girl stood in front of her. Lady M waved at the girl to schooch over. Girl didn't. Lady M grabbed the girl by the hips and moved her out of the way.
So I'm being all good and standing by a pillar and Lady M just stops when she gets parallel with me. She turns, puts her hands around my neck and around my shoulder. What am I supposed to do? Well, take my hands out of my pockets I suppose. So I put my hands flat against my legs. Then I realize that's a strip-club rule. Does it apply here? I don't know. Lady Macbeth looks longingly into my eyes and goes in for a kiss.
How is this going to work? Oh right -- the mask. She kisses the plastic beak of my mask.
|Lady M's lipstick on my beak.|