NOT THAT BLOUSE
by eric
(originally performed in "Glass Eyes Wide Shut")
LIGHTS UP
(Kris, Millie and Mo stand on stage.)
KRIS: (Finishing telling Mo story. Mil stands with them.) So…I haven't been back. (They all chuckle.)
MO: That's hilarious.
MIL: (Pointing to Kris's blouse) Isn't that the blouse ….
KRIS: (Quick) No.
MIL: Really? No. I'd swear it's the blouse.
KRIS: It's not.
MIL: It looks just like it.
KRIS: While very similar, this is not the blouse you have mistaken it for.
MIL: But…
KRIS: Your powers of perception are strikingly acute but flawed my friend. As I have stated, this blouse while similar in many ways to the blouse you think it is, it is not the blouse you have mistaken it for.
MIL: (Unconvinced) Okay.
KRIS: In fact there are several blouses within my possession which I believe resemble the afore mentioned blouse which this one is not. I wish perhaps I had that blouse with me, then we could do a true comparison.
MIL: Okay its not the blouse.
KRIS: No its not.
MO: What blouse?
MIL: Well she wore this blouse and…
KRIS: This is not that blouse.
MIL: So you keep saying.
KRIS: Both blouses, which I retain ownership of, resemble one another in only the most base, minute ways. I can see where the confusion comes from.
MO: I take it this isnt the shirt.
KRIS: Fine! Its the shirt! Its the damnedable blouse! Curse my name! I cant help it! I like the blouse! I have always loved the blouse lo these many years. There is no amount of shame that will make me replace this blouse with something less!
MIL: I knew it!
KRIS: Socks, I have known many! Jackets, they are but a passing acquaintance. Slacks! Be damned! But this blouse…
MO: You talk funny.
MIL: Is there something wrong with you?
KRIS: Many mornings I have slipped blissfully into the warm rapture of this blouse. Not caring if I had worn it the day before. Not caring what foul odors lurk within the machine woven fabric.
MO: I think I'm going to be sick.
KRIS: This blouse above all things! This blouse beyond all things!
MIL: It goes nicely with those pants.
KRIS: These aren't those pants.
BLACKOUT