"Have I got a story for you!"
I had a good time tonight at The Mystery Box Show. I went to see Steven Alexander perform, and the audience certainly fell in love with him. He was unabashedly the hands-down favorite of the night, thanks in no small part to his story being so fucking funny (Steven's theatrical background didn't hurt things either). While I appreciated all of the performers, only Steven and the first lady to perform held my interest.
As has happened at other times during my time in Portland, the person in the next seat turned to me during intermission and struck up a conversation. I'm not a big fan of simply launching into things with a complete stranger, but this person seemed nice enough and her excitement at being there was ever-so-slightly contagious. It was her first visit to "an event like this," and she admitted that she was there by herself because she couldn't bring herself to ask any of her friends. We didn't really have much time to chat, but circumstances led to her running into me outside the theater while I was waiting for the handicap bus to take me home. Our chat got a bit more detailed, mostly because "I feel comfortable saying things like this to a Gay man." Once again, my homosexuality had been spotted from outer space! I managed to raise a few points as to why she should definitely bring a friend the next time out, but just then the Lift bus came for me and our talk had to end.
The only real downside to the evening was a haughty straight couple who thought the world revolved around them. They decided (of course) to sit in the same row as me. I was sitting on the aisle because I would have to leave early if the show ran late, but instead of saying "excuse me" to gain access to the row, the woman merely gestured with a flick of her hand for me to move. Queen Elizabeth couldn't have executed a more regal decree. "This one's going to be trouble," I said to myself as they both pushed past without waiting for me to finish getting up. Sure enough, the woman subsequently got up before the show started and came back after the lights had gone down. I barely budged in response to her rudeness. And it was no surprise when the two of them left before intermission, never to return. Good riddance.
Now for Another Hot Guy.
As has happened at other times during my time in Portland, the person in the next seat turned to me during intermission and struck up a conversation. I'm not a big fan of simply launching into things with a complete stranger, but this person seemed nice enough and her excitement at being there was ever-so-slightly contagious. It was her first visit to "an event like this," and she admitted that she was there by herself because she couldn't bring herself to ask any of her friends. We didn't really have much time to chat, but circumstances led to her running into me outside the theater while I was waiting for the handicap bus to take me home. Our chat got a bit more detailed, mostly because "I feel comfortable saying things like this to a Gay man." Once again, my homosexuality had been spotted from outer space! I managed to raise a few points as to why she should definitely bring a friend the next time out, but just then the Lift bus came for me and our talk had to end.
The only real downside to the evening was a haughty straight couple who thought the world revolved around them. They decided (of course) to sit in the same row as me. I was sitting on the aisle because I would have to leave early if the show ran late, but instead of saying "excuse me" to gain access to the row, the woman merely gestured with a flick of her hand for me to move. Queen Elizabeth couldn't have executed a more regal decree. "This one's going to be trouble," I said to myself as they both pushed past without waiting for me to finish getting up. Sure enough, the woman subsequently got up before the show started and came back after the lights had gone down. I barely budged in response to her rudeness. And it was no surprise when the two of them left before intermission, never to return. Good riddance.
Now for Another Hot Guy.