We were drunk. After my friend Rob had returned to school after the summer, we were sitting around the local pizza and beer establishment talking about scenes we'd always wanted to write. Somehow, we ended up sitting behind a word processor.
Hats is the result.
It was submitted to the New Voices festival as a joke, really. I was also submitting another play, and threw Hats in for a kick. It was produced. But I swear, if I ever find my calling as a playwright, and I end up being remembered for this stupid play, I'm going to come back from the dead and haunt someone. If anybody would like to see what else my partner in crime did with his theatrical talents, by all means check out Rob's theatre resume .