Nom, I don't know how recently you've been to The Met, but they seem to have relaxed their standards quite a bit. In the Family Circle at a performance of LA FANCIULLA DEL WEST last season, they seated latecomers all throughout the first act, people fell asleep and snored loudly, old ladies popped candy like it was going out of style, and the ushers--who usually remain inside the theatre for the duration of the acts--did nothing.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body