Especially angry French usher men with power trips working on Broadway shows. My very first Broadway production was tainted by such a fiend.
Savannah and I saw Monty Python's acclaimed 'Spamlot' this evening. A production that won Best Musical in 2005. It was spectacular, more than I expected!
However, an angry French man almost ruined it for me.
Well, his mother was a hamster and his father smelt of elderberries.
Savannah and I were seated next to stack of programs and the usher was nowhere in sight. People kept bending over Savannah to reach them, so Sav just picked them up and handed them to people who wanted them.
After awhile, the AFM (angry French man) came back over and said, "Is handing out programs your job?" in his snobby French man tone. Sav told him, indeed it was not, for we were but simple lasses hoping to catch a show. Abruptly, AFM snatched the programs away and gave a snort.
Savannah and I were appalled, but soon got over our issue once we saw "The Slippers." Bunny shaped, they were everything we had ever wanted and more. They of course portrayed the 'monster' rabbit from both the film and play. The same bunny that might 'nibble your bum.' They were also ridiculously expensive.
Let down twice before the play even started, once by a man with a penchant for aggressive ushering and once by a pair of fuzzy slippers, we were beginning to doubt the show could be as good as we'd hoped. But it was much better.
Savannah and I also went to the Forbes Magazine Museum today. It showcased the history of Monopoly, with different Monopoly boards throughout the ages. There was also an entire room devoted to jewelry by famous designers. I was in heaven.
Savannah by an old Monopoly board.
Me by the many Monopolies of the World.
Rain makes for a dreary New York. The angry natives become even more disgruntled and the tourists seem to become even more disorientated and lost, causing them to stop suddenly in the middle of sidewalks, crosswalks and my way.
Maybe I could blame the rain for getting lost on the subway today. Savannah and I must have gotten cocky in our ability to maneuver around town. I was just getting comfortable with this whole public transportation thing when we managed to go too far, go back too far, get on the wrong connection, and finally stumble onto the wrong street. All within a matter of minutes.
We made it, eventually.
Good news, Mom! The Peeping Tom I believed we had living across the street turns out to be just a pipe someone has hanging out of their window, and not a telescope. It was dark out! Cut me some slack!
Possible telescope...
3 comments:
I am reading the story thinking the twist will soon come as the AFM turned out to be part of the show. Why did this twist never present itself? Do you not find it ironic with this man's connection to Monty Python simply on his place of origin alone?
Sorry to hear you had to pass on the bunny slippers, they would've been nice for Rocky to destroy later and then have him blame it on Rolley.
I hope you remembered your mace, if not, I'm sending you some. I know you're a blackbelt, but your numchucks will be confiscated at the next turnstile.
I did in fact think he was in cahoots with the French. Well, I fart in HIS general direction!
Isn't Spamalot great? The merch costs so ridiculously much tho. I think I spent over 50 dollars on just a shirt and a small bunny.
Sorry about the AFM. Dumb French men lol.
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