Warning

If you go to see a Russian play which is called a comedy, it might not really have a funny ending. In fact, it might have a pretty morbid ending. Like the main character kills himself and then the play ends.

We had a lovely evening at the theater last night. As KB does some work in a music studio which is in the building of Dailes Theater, he has the chance to get tickets for 2 Ls (as opposed to 12-20 Ls) a couple of hours before the show, depending on what's still available. We haven't taken too much advantage of this yet (preferring up until now to instead go the route of creeping on shows from backstage while sipping wine and snacking on food from the cafe), but this winter we decided one cure against the blahblahs would be to do something cultural now and again. We had some friends join us for the show last night and had ourselves a pretty nice evening.

Except it was just a learning experience about the cultural norms of what is a comedy. Don't get me wrong, there were some funny parts (in an absurd, psychotic sort of way)... I just understand now that comedy doesn't mean the same thing everywhere around the world.

And for the record, it was a Russian play translated to Latvian (I have not yet learned Russian).