My partner and I went last fall. I can honestly say that, in the 45 years I've been attending live theater, I have never hated anything as much in my life. I was unable to follow the 'story' at all. Every time a group of actors ran past me and I tried to follow, a stampede of people ran after them. Most of the time, my view was completely blocked. I was pushed, shoved, and elbowed out of the way. It was like being on the A train at rush hour.
Being unable to follow or enjoy the 'show' I bailed after about 15 minutes and decamped to the cocktail lounge to wait for my partner. Now THAT was fun. The little jazz combo was very good, as were the singers. I decided to consider the price of the ticket to be my 'cover charge' and imagined myself to be in a very bohemian '40s jazz club down in the Village. For an hour or so, I had a great time. Then the 'show' must've ended because hundreds of people filled the lounge, talking loudly, and the sublime mood was shattered.
But while I was in the club, enjoying my drink and the music, I mused about the behavior of people when they are safely cloaked in anonymity. Even on the most crowded street, or in a jammed subway car, if someone bangs into you, they will generally apologize, or at least mutter 'excuse' me as they elbow their way past. Not at SLEEP NO MORE. Manners were non-existent. Perhaps I'm too old and cynical, but as soon as I saw how the 'show' worked, I immediately transferred my wallet to my front pocket.
I am not a bit surprised to see that someone got pickpocketed. After all, even if you knew who did it, there was no way whatsoever to identify the thief. The perfect crime.
'Our whole family shouts. It comes from us livin' so close to the railroad tracks'
Updated On: 11/3/15 at 03:31 PM