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I hate being female sometimes
Feb. 25th, 2005 12:51 amI'm just going stick this behind a cut. Don't read if easily grossed out by body stuff.
( TMI, ahoy! )
So, we went to see CATS Tuesday night. We borrowed a wheelchair because there was too much walking for me to do on crutches. Of course, when we got to the theatre, after having left said crutches in the car, we found out that our seats were on the third floor, fourth row from the very, very top. There was no way in hell I would be able to get there, even if I had the crutches. I was crushed. I figured we'd basically have to eat the tickets because I couldn't get to our seats. So, while I went to potty, Steven sought out the house manager and explained the situation to him. By the time I came back out, after struggling over the goddamn doorjamb-- who the fuck builds it sloped on only one side!? I couldn't get out of the alcove without someone pushing me, the house manager had exchanged our tickets for two unsold handicapped seats! They actually turned out to be better than our original seats, as well.
The performance was good, excepting that they cut out The Pekes and The Poms, which is one of my favourite pieces! Bah. The lady who sang Grizabella had a great voice, the lady who played Rumpleteazer was great, and same with Mr. Mistoffeles. The woman who sang the companion part of the reprise of Memory and the duet of Moments of Happiness, however, made me want to scream and throw things. She had a high, squeaky, nasal voice that might possibly have worked as Roxy Hart or a ganster's moll, but that was it. Actually, she sounded a little like Columbia from Rocky Horror Picture Show. I wanted to beat her.
Our dinner out was fantastic. We went to the No Name on the fish pier. Holy christ, did we have amazing service. Because I couldn't get up all their stairs (see a theme here?), the I assume owner or general manager seated us downstairs and personally waited on us. This man let me do nothing. He poured water for me, tied my bib on me, waited while both of us tried our dinner to make sure we approved... It was amazing. Our meal included a huge bowl of seafood chowder, a beer, fried scrod that was about 2lbs of fish, a good size boiled lobster, a side of friend scallops and shirmp, corn, fresh french fries, what seemed to be about a half pound of cole slaw, and all the fresh garlic bread we could eat. It totalled $43. The No Name is my new favourite restaurant.
That's pretty much it. We went to Rhode Island today to see my grandparents and we got haircuts. It's snowing again right now and I am sleepy as all get out. Steven's eating the homemade pita chips I made yesterday.
I'm off to bed.
( TMI, ahoy! )
So, we went to see CATS Tuesday night. We borrowed a wheelchair because there was too much walking for me to do on crutches. Of course, when we got to the theatre, after having left said crutches in the car, we found out that our seats were on the third floor, fourth row from the very, very top. There was no way in hell I would be able to get there, even if I had the crutches. I was crushed. I figured we'd basically have to eat the tickets because I couldn't get to our seats. So, while I went to potty, Steven sought out the house manager and explained the situation to him. By the time I came back out, after struggling over the goddamn doorjamb-- who the fuck builds it sloped on only one side!? I couldn't get out of the alcove without someone pushing me, the house manager had exchanged our tickets for two unsold handicapped seats! They actually turned out to be better than our original seats, as well.
The performance was good, excepting that they cut out The Pekes and The Poms, which is one of my favourite pieces! Bah. The lady who sang Grizabella had a great voice, the lady who played Rumpleteazer was great, and same with Mr. Mistoffeles. The woman who sang the companion part of the reprise of Memory and the duet of Moments of Happiness, however, made me want to scream and throw things. She had a high, squeaky, nasal voice that might possibly have worked as Roxy Hart or a ganster's moll, but that was it. Actually, she sounded a little like Columbia from Rocky Horror Picture Show. I wanted to beat her.
Our dinner out was fantastic. We went to the No Name on the fish pier. Holy christ, did we have amazing service. Because I couldn't get up all their stairs (see a theme here?), the I assume owner or general manager seated us downstairs and personally waited on us. This man let me do nothing. He poured water for me, tied my bib on me, waited while both of us tried our dinner to make sure we approved... It was amazing. Our meal included a huge bowl of seafood chowder, a beer, fried scrod that was about 2lbs of fish, a good size boiled lobster, a side of friend scallops and shirmp, corn, fresh french fries, what seemed to be about a half pound of cole slaw, and all the fresh garlic bread we could eat. It totalled $43. The No Name is my new favourite restaurant.
That's pretty much it. We went to Rhode Island today to see my grandparents and we got haircuts. It's snowing again right now and I am sleepy as all get out. Steven's eating the homemade pita chips I made yesterday.
I'm off to bed.