Hadestown!
I’m going to a musical tonight after HOW MANY YEARS and I am utterly useless today. (Hadestown.)
The last time I went to a live musical, I learned that the Internet was for porn (in Denver), that’s how long it’s been. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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No, I take it back, there was a more recent one in which my destiny called and I go, but that was dinner theater. Still excellent, but not the same thing. I’m a brat.
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Apparently they are “not ready” to let us “in” to the “theater” because it’s “opening night” and they had do “rehearse” after driving the whole show up from “Miami.”
I have met the floor manager already. She says she’ll do anything for us, as long as it isn’t getting us into the millionaies’ club area.
She resembles Temple Grandin’s sister. No Western wear. A chiseled face, a cowboy face. She seems South Dakota familiar. Either she’s twenty years older than me OR a year or two younger. A Montana drawl. “Waaaaaal.”
Also, she believes one of her crew is drunk.
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And we’re in! Ray thinks the theater is huge. I’m laughing over how much I overthought the seat selection. It’s not Denver or the Twin Cites, that’s for sure, but the sound quality of the space itself is probably better than either. A pleasant susurration and not the tinny weird echoes of Denver.
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The only question now, at intermission, is how hard I’m going to cry as I leave. OMFG this musical is utterly gorgeous, subtly political, and inventive to the nines with staging, and I love this space.
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[Insert sobbing]