Luv Doc Recommends: Waiting on Godot

Now that the morons in the middle have collectively sealed our fate for the next four years, we can finally relax and get our mack on, right? No use screaming in terror as the four horsemen of the apocalypse come thundering toward us. Hey, they’re only making way for the rapture, right? Hopefully you’re not one of the damned: Unwed mothers, homosexuals, atheists, ferners, and other swarthy, suspicious looking types. This ship of state is sinking, weighted down amidships by a festering boil of fundamentalism, divided by lies, and benighted by a fog of ignorance. Might as well strike up the band and let the fat, rich lady sing. Might as well party like it’s 1999. Remember 1999? “2000 zero zero party over, oops!” now seems more like a grim prediction from Nostradamus than a highly danceable pop lyric by the artist formerly known as. Ah, from the mouths of princes … and now we’ve once again chosen to be ruled by one … at least the American version thereof. Finally at least we can dispense with all the political posturing, bickering, and spin and get ready for the harvesting of souls. Really, with the bizarre exception of Mary Matalin and James Carville, partisan politics spoils a good lay quicker than a mound of fire ants or a big, playful, drooling Labrador (unless you’re into that kind of thing). Voting didn’t work, so maybe it’s time for all decent, moral people to sit on the couch in their underwear, crank up the Bob Marley, and smoke the big, fat spliff of unity. That’s right. One love. Let’s get together and feel all right. Oh yeah, and after you’ve finished the spliff of unity and eaten the requisite bag of Funyuns from the Pronto Mart, head on over to the Hyde Park Theatre (dude, it’s on the bus line) and catch the new play by the Chronicle’s own Wayne Alan Brenner, Waiting on Godot. Ah, what a difference a preposition makes. WOG is no WFG, but it is a comedy, and Brenner is a wicked funny fellow who will make you titter, har, and guffaw. Instead of a play about two fellows waiting, WOG is a play about a handful of waiter fellows … kvetching about the assorted miseries of the food service industry after a long day of work. Sure, that may just sound like your life, but kick in the spliff and it’s your life on a mild hallucinogenic. Plus, there’s this huge cavalcade of stars: Beau Paul, Elizabeth Mason, Greg Gondek, James Renovitch, Amy Legrand, and Brenner himself. That’s a lot of meat for eight bucks, and you might as well spend it before the rapture, eh?