The first time we went to Sleep No More, my friend spent the whole first hour needing to pee.
If you haven’t been to Sleep No More, the show that basically invented immersive theater, I hope you’ll get a chance. They’re currently , and if New York’s Covid numbers stay good… well, we’ll see. (I suspect that, like many things, it will never be exactly the same again; it’s hard to imagine a group indoor entertainment in which the most coveted event is getting into a small room with a stranger and your mask. But then again, in many ways the weirdest thing about our cautious reopening has been how unexpectedly normal it feels.) Anyway, even if you haven’t seen it, you may have some idea of its general deal—maybe you saw it in the , or on . It’s the one where the audience members put on spooky white masks (wearing masks used to be strange!) and make their own way through a massive five-story theatrical set that is by turns a bar, hotel, hospital, apartment, forest, and town. There they follow, or randomly intersect with, or avoid actors playing wordless scenes in a play that is mostly Macbeth but a little bit not. If they’re lucky, one of those actors will take them into an empty room and close the door, and it’s more fun if you don’t know what happens after that.