When I went to
Gem of the Ocean I had:
On my right: Two children who were there because those were the last tickets at the TKTS booth. Their mother was surprised that
Mamma Mia was sold out and felt that
Dracula was a great show with a wonderful score. The children were occassional candy crinklers but seeing as they were about 10 years too young for the show, I was willing to forgive them. Their mother was another story. She ate the most candy of all.
Behind me: One couple who were constantly repeating lines and explaining the show to one another, and another couple (Israeli, much to my consternation) who kept whispering, too.
Far to my left: A cell phone ignorer. You know the one- they forget to turn of their phone, and when it starts ringing during a climactic Phylicia Rashad monologue they pretend they don't hear it, waiting for it to ring its little electronic heart out.
And this was at an August Wilson play! I'm not talking about
Beauty and the Beast here. I'd expect people with kids who don't know anything about theater etiquette there. But at
Gem of the Ocean? Ugh.