My lady works in a field aligned with the arts, so I get to see some local performances each year. Just recently, I was witness to Twisted, which was a collaboration of ballet, orchestra and opera. This is how it went down.
I walked in and immediately went to grab a drink. 97% of patrons were sipping wine, so I knew I had to be fancy. In other words, I skipped the Bud Light and went for a Yuengling. Good job, Coen. I went to walk in the theater and was told no open beverages. I chugged it. Well, I just white trashed the theater and the show hasn’t begun.
On the way to my seat, there were two Asian ladies in my aisle that didn’t speak English very well. I don’t know if it was a culture thing or they were just rude, but they didn’t move. “Excuse me.” They stared at me. Thus, I felt nothing when I crushed the one’s foot with my boot. Yes, I wore boots. I did feel awkward though when I found out my seat was right next to foot lady. I picked my own seat instead.
The show started and I was proud to know I recognized the music. Then I realized I knew it from Tom and Jerry or Looney Tunes. Whatever, it still counts. I was expecting an anvil to fall at any moment. This may shock some of you, but I used to play the cello. In sixth grade, we had to join orchestra, band, or choir. There was no electric guitar in any, so I would up in orchestra. On the first tryout, I got third chair, which means I played well. I was so dumb, I thought better meant you could sit in the back. Next time, I bombed it so I could screw around in the back.
There was a lot going on – dancers were spinning around opera singers, while the orchestra and even choir was onstage. It was pretty impressive, especially since I can’t sing, dance or play any music outside of a few Alice in Chains riffs from their Unplugged album. Make sure you support your local art scene, comedy included, but make sure you let them know on the comment card they either need to allow open containers in the theater or bring an adult sippy cup.