Dinner with Friends
On the eve of my last-first-day of college, snuggled up in a drafty room of an off-campus house I shared with ten other people, I first read Dinner with Friends
. My friends and I, all theater majors, were trying to read all the Pulitzer winners over the course of our senior year; this play coincidentally on the top of my pile. I didn’t realize how astute it would be at that moment in my life – being on the brink of an “adulthood” I felt so impatiently ready for without realizing the complexities that would eventually come with it. Dinner with Friends
follows two forty-something friend-couples, with what seemed to be two indisputably happy, normal marriages – but like any good dramedy, the illusion must be shattered. When one of the couples splits, the characters are hurled into a play which uses witty soul-searching to explore the consequence of carelessly letting time and youth pass you by. In trying to recreate the carefree unconsciousness of our youth, character Gabe says, “Some of us blow up our homes…and others of us…take up piano; I’m taking piano.” When my time eventually comes, I’m really hoping I choose to take up piano.
— Emma Jeszke, editorial associate