A couple more...
Thursday night getting off the Q train at 42nd to grab dinner and go see
Xanadu. Group of girls trying to be oh-so-sophisticated in the city by themselves:
Girl A: *starts to get on the train*
Girl B: No. We don't take this train. See? It's yellow. Like butter. We need red like a cherry.
(Completely ignoring the fact that the signs with the RED numbers on them also had the word EXIT on them with an arrow.)
Last night before
The Year of Magical Thinking. The group of two couples in fromt of us were looking at the show listings in the back of their Playbills.
Man 1: There's
A Chorus Line. That's supposed to be good. Just like the original only with younger kids.
Woman 1: *looking at her Playbill which is open to the pages that start with
Spamalot* Where do you see
A Chorus Line? It's not listed in mine.
Man 2: It starts with A dear.
Woman 1: *still not turning pages* I think they messed mine up. I don't have it.
Woman 2: It's on the first page.
Woman 1: *flips to the FRONT of her Playbill* It's not here. *flips back to the
Spamalot page.
Man 1: *finally reaches across his wife (Woman 2) and turns the page back himself*
Woman 1: Oh. There it is!
Man 2 (her husband I assume): *muttering under his breath* Good God...
My thoughts exactly. It was all I could do to get my composure back before the play started.
Experience live theater. Experience paintings. Experience books. Live, look and listen like artists! ~ imaginethis
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