Spring Awakening!
Last night was Tery's big big Christmas present, tickets to "Spring Awakening"! She bought the soundtrack ages ago. I knew little to nothing about the show, but I never miss a chance to attend the theeeetah.
I won't talk much about the show itself. It was pretty good, except I couldn't help comparing to "Equus." This one was all "singing about sex, singing about our feelings, singing about our angst" SEX SCENE "singing about love, singing about getting pregnant, singing about our angst." "Equus" was more "talk talk talk talk talk talk talk PENIS PENIS PENIS BLIND HORSES!"
Well, Act II had a boy touching moment that was worth the purchase price alone.
These guys totz made out
In my Harry Potter-obsessed imagination, I thought they looked like a young Lucius Malfoy and (a kind of silly and overdramatic) Snape.
My big complaint about the show was the peculiar speech patterns of all the actors, putting an unnatural-sounding emphasis on T's and D's. E.g. "WallenDa (I don't know anyone's names in the play), don'T you know I love you?" "Hossenfeffer, don'T be silly. You can'T possibly love me. We don'T even go to the same school!" "BuT you saiD thaT didn'T maTTer!" Oh, you get the idea. Tery blamed it on "theater talk," but I've seen my fair share of plays and have never heard this before.
Anyway the high (or low) point of the night were these 4 women who sat directly behind us about 5 minutes before the show started, who Tery dubbed "The Real Housewives of Denver." It was almost immediately obvious they were kind of drunk. They screeched and giggled and talked about getting more alcohol all the way to their seats, in their seats, and were even heard to say "I'll bet all these other people hate us!"
One joke they never seemed to tire of was calling the intermission "half time." Oh my GOD, they thought that was witty.
I only mildly disliked them until it became apparent they had no plans to stop this behavior once the show started. These weren't $10 movie tickets but $70 theater tickets. I gave them to the chorus of the first song to notice they weren't in a strip club. Then I politely and quietly shushed them, which they at first seemed offended by, but eventually calmed down.
Then at half time (stop. My side hurts.) after we returned from the bathroom it became obvious they were talking about me. I tried to tune them out, but heard things like "Oh, don't do that or you'll get shushed!" or occasionally one of them would let out a loud "SSSSSSHHHHHH!" followed by drunken laughter. I decided someone should be the grown-up here and ignored them.
You don't expect adults at a Broadway play to act like this. I wondered if I would be within my rights to get an usher to intervene, or if I'd get better results if I just crawled over the seat into their laps and punched them repeatedly in the face (more satisfying, surely, although getting them kicked out would be a close second. I know which Rorschach would pick).
They again continued into the beginning of Act II, until a guy to their left shushed them. THANK YOU. It's not just me being an unreasonable bitch. This is how evil proliferates in the world, by the tacit permission of good people unwilling to step up and say "No, you may not act like third graders on your first field trip." Again there was a bit of a delayed response but they eventually calmed down. I became obsessed with the idea that maybe they had stolen my keys out of my coat pocket that I left on the chair at intermission (they seemed plenty drunk enough that this might have seemed like a good idea) and really couldn't enjoy the second half before snaking my hand around and feeling them. Lucky for them.
Tery and I talked about it the whole way home. I said the irony is for those of us who are considerate and civilized human beings, the idea of shushing people like that is absolutely abhorrent, like we're crossing a line, when the rude ones ARE crossing a line and just don't care. Tery said it's another case where you wonder if they're telling their story the next day, trying to paint themselves as the victims of injustice, to an audience who either feigns sympathy, has the balls to say "Well it sounds like you were being really rude" or is so much like them that they completely understand their side.
One thing we agree on: The fact that in a full house of patrons we sit directly in front of the only troublemakers is proof positive that I must be an ASS MAGNET. Which I've long suspected anyway.
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Just finished upgrading to Windows Professional 7 and installing my "virtual machine," and pleased to report it's working perfectly! Goodbye Grandpa PowerSpec! (or at least, go live in the closet as a backup machine)
I won't talk much about the show itself. It was pretty good, except I couldn't help comparing to "Equus." This one was all "singing about sex, singing about our feelings, singing about our angst" SEX SCENE "singing about love, singing about getting pregnant, singing about our angst." "Equus" was more "talk talk talk talk talk talk talk PENIS PENIS PENIS BLIND HORSES!"
Well, Act II had a boy touching moment that was worth the purchase price alone.
These guys totz made out
In my Harry Potter-obsessed imagination, I thought they looked like a young Lucius Malfoy and (a kind of silly and overdramatic) Snape.
My big complaint about the show was the peculiar speech patterns of all the actors, putting an unnatural-sounding emphasis on T's and D's. E.g. "WallenDa (I don't know anyone's names in the play), don'T you know I love you?" "Hossenfeffer, don'T be silly. You can'T possibly love me. We don'T even go to the same school!" "BuT you saiD thaT didn'T maTTer!" Oh, you get the idea. Tery blamed it on "theater talk," but I've seen my fair share of plays and have never heard this before.
Anyway the high (or low) point of the night were these 4 women who sat directly behind us about 5 minutes before the show started, who Tery dubbed "The Real Housewives of Denver." It was almost immediately obvious they were kind of drunk. They screeched and giggled and talked about getting more alcohol all the way to their seats, in their seats, and were even heard to say "I'll bet all these other people hate us!"
One joke they never seemed to tire of was calling the intermission "half time." Oh my GOD, they thought that was witty.
I only mildly disliked them until it became apparent they had no plans to stop this behavior once the show started. These weren't $10 movie tickets but $70 theater tickets. I gave them to the chorus of the first song to notice they weren't in a strip club. Then I politely and quietly shushed them, which they at first seemed offended by, but eventually calmed down.
Then at half time (stop. My side hurts.) after we returned from the bathroom it became obvious they were talking about me. I tried to tune them out, but heard things like "Oh, don't do that or you'll get shushed!" or occasionally one of them would let out a loud "SSSSSSHHHHHH!" followed by drunken laughter. I decided someone should be the grown-up here and ignored them.
You don't expect adults at a Broadway play to act like this. I wondered if I would be within my rights to get an usher to intervene, or if I'd get better results if I just crawled over the seat into their laps and punched them repeatedly in the face (more satisfying, surely, although getting them kicked out would be a close second. I know which Rorschach would pick).
They again continued into the beginning of Act II, until a guy to their left shushed them. THANK YOU. It's not just me being an unreasonable bitch. This is how evil proliferates in the world, by the tacit permission of good people unwilling to step up and say "No, you may not act like third graders on your first field trip." Again there was a bit of a delayed response but they eventually calmed down. I became obsessed with the idea that maybe they had stolen my keys out of my coat pocket that I left on the chair at intermission (they seemed plenty drunk enough that this might have seemed like a good idea) and really couldn't enjoy the second half before snaking my hand around and feeling them. Lucky for them.
Tery and I talked about it the whole way home. I said the irony is for those of us who are considerate and civilized human beings, the idea of shushing people like that is absolutely abhorrent, like we're crossing a line, when the rude ones ARE crossing a line and just don't care. Tery said it's another case where you wonder if they're telling their story the next day, trying to paint themselves as the victims of injustice, to an audience who either feigns sympathy, has the balls to say "Well it sounds like you were being really rude" or is so much like them that they completely understand their side.
One thing we agree on: The fact that in a full house of patrons we sit directly in front of the only troublemakers is proof positive that I must be an ASS MAGNET. Which I've long suspected anyway.
~*~
Just finished upgrading to Windows Professional 7 and installing my "virtual machine," and pleased to report it's working perfectly! Goodbye Grandpa PowerSpec! (or at least, go live in the closet as a backup machine)