Bruce Springsteen is singing “Land of Hopes and Dreams” in my ears just
now, the version from his Broadway album. And I am weeping. Again. Just
sitting on ...
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Cirque du Sol-shhhh.
There are many delightful varieties of theater-goer: the Snacker, the Seat-Kicker, Darth Vader (the heavy breather). Let's add to the list the Stater of the Obvious.
Last night, this guy behind us narrated every bit of action going on onstage. "No way - I can't believe that guy's going to take those people's tickets and pretend to rip them up! That guy's dressed like a lizard. Those two dudes are strong: that one just lifted that other one up! A giant snail just came up out of the stage. Check out the unit on that guy." [this was Cirque du Soleil, hence the French Canadian weirdness]. This would have been great had any of his companions or we been sight-impaired. This was not the case.
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