Yesterday we went to West Side Story, and I found myself singing along to all those classic hits. When I was growing up I used to put on the record and dance . Not the Jerome Robbins version but my version with leaping and pounding and stomping. Many a times dad would come downstairs and tell me to stop I was shaking the whole house. I loved dancing back in the day.
The show was wonderful (even though the lead did have some trouble hitting a few of those notes), but we were towards the back of the theater and at the start of the show - when all was quiet - we heard I can't hear you speak up. Someone was on their cell phone -and no attendants in sight. It wasn't I have to go now the shows starting, or I will talk to you later, it was an irritable I can't hear you. If I had the guts I wanted to say but everyone can hear you. I can only imagine it was so rich old biddy.
In fact the whole audience was made up of rich old people. If you were to choose to rob a theater this was the show to do it at. Our seat mate must have been wearing $100K of jewelry, must have added at least 10 pounds to her slight frame and her perfect coiffed hair. She sat next to TH during the first half, and moved over a seat for the second half - got tired of TH's arm in her chest I am sure (TH has very wide shoulders and he takes up more then the back of his seat).
I got my aisle seat so all was good for me.
Hope it comes to Denver!
ReplyDeleteI guess I'm going to have to teach you how to say, "Shut the f*** up!"