Spank!
Tonight was my first and last night to run Spank! at the Moore - a parody musical based on the book Fifty Shades of Grey. I haven't read the book. I don't expect to ever read the book. The most basic reason is because I'm not a woman, aged 30 to 65. After working two shows tonight (the second not beginning until 10:30pm), I'm even further convinced I won't be reading the book. Or seeing this show.
At work, there are all sorts of different drunk people who get tickets. Sometimes they're funny and cheerful. Other times they are bellicose and offensive. The style of drunkenness is directly related to the type of show on stage that night. Comedy crowds are fun, at least before the show. Aging burn outs going to see reunion tours of 70's hard rock bands are some of the worst.
Then there are middle aged ladies who are having a girls' night out. Each group of them is remarkably uniform in their behavior. They cackle. They think everything they say is original and never been said before ("Hi, Will! Hi Will! You're Will, right? Will Call!" "Yeah, never heard that one before..."). Their shirts are cut a bit too low and they're also wearing a bit too much makeup to compensate for their lack of youth. The alcohol seems to make up the difference though. Sometimes it's entertaining I guess. But not usually.
It was a long night, mostly because it went so late. It wasn't particularly difficult, especially compared to yesterday's garbage. But I still left there completely wiped out. Today was the first day of the year that I rode my bike to the Paramount. I felt fine doing it and I'll probably ride in tomorrow too. But I rode with the plan that I would stay late downtown, meet Justin and company at Cinerama for the after hours movie, and still have a way to get home at 2am. I was utterly drained by 11pm and bailed out. I also had the double shift with Kat, who is always on much better behavior when there's not a third person to compete with for attention. Sigh. This week just needs to hurry up and end...
At work, there are all sorts of different drunk people who get tickets. Sometimes they're funny and cheerful. Other times they are bellicose and offensive. The style of drunkenness is directly related to the type of show on stage that night. Comedy crowds are fun, at least before the show. Aging burn outs going to see reunion tours of 70's hard rock bands are some of the worst.
Then there are middle aged ladies who are having a girls' night out. Each group of them is remarkably uniform in their behavior. They cackle. They think everything they say is original and never been said before ("Hi, Will! Hi Will! You're Will, right? Will Call!" "Yeah, never heard that one before..."). Their shirts are cut a bit too low and they're also wearing a bit too much makeup to compensate for their lack of youth. The alcohol seems to make up the difference though. Sometimes it's entertaining I guess. But not usually.
It was a long night, mostly because it went so late. It wasn't particularly difficult, especially compared to yesterday's garbage. But I still left there completely wiped out. Today was the first day of the year that I rode my bike to the Paramount. I felt fine doing it and I'll probably ride in tomorrow too. But I rode with the plan that I would stay late downtown, meet Justin and company at Cinerama for the after hours movie, and still have a way to get home at 2am. I was utterly drained by 11pm and bailed out. I also had the double shift with Kat, who is always on much better behavior when there's not a third person to compete with for attention. Sigh. This week just needs to hurry up and end...