Last night we went to see Rapunzel
Dec. 20th, 2013 10:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
conulyWhich is, as they say, "an American interpretation of the British holiday pantomime tradition". They also provide an explanation for those of us who need it.
It was every bit as fun as I expected, and the nieces liked it too, even better than the Macy's windows we looked at before heading down to the show. (In my opinion, the windows were excessively saccharine and trite, even for a holiday display. But the kids liked it and I saw other people taking pictures, so that might just be me.) They insisted on sitting in their own seats, leaving me six rows back with four empty seats next to me in an otherwise crowded auditorium. I felt pretty silly all alone like that until some latecomers got placed in my row!
The audience participated at all the audience participation parts... actually, the girls were the most participatory of all. Except for the singing, because, as Eva explained directly to the stage, "I know this girl. She's my sister. You aren't going to get her to sing!"
Round about the middle of the performance they called some people up to participate in a staged book stacking contest. To everybody's general delight (especially Ana and Eva's) the guy in the middle had a clear grasp of the objective and cheated blatantly, stealing huge groups of books from everybody else's stacks in a flagrant violation of the stated "only one book at a time" rule. (There was no stated rule about stealing.)
The only trouble with the performance is that the auditorium was a little far out for us (I should've checked to see if any bus ran near by, the walk back to the train was killer) and it was late at night. Sadly, the combination of lights turning on and off during the performance, sketchy eating when they should've been having a real dinner, and the show not ending until normal bedtime gave both the girls headaches. Ana directed me in the right direction from the auditorium, but when I stopped into a Duane Reade to get some aspirin I got turned around again. She didn't realize this might happen, I didn't realize she would let me walk four blocks in the wrong direction! I thought I was going from 8th avenue to 7th, but instead I was walking uptown. As for why I didn't notice that the blocks had gotten shorter I can only say that I was so focused on the headaches and tiredness that I was just glad we were making such great time.
With one thing and another we didn't get home until midnight, but it was worth it.
It was every bit as fun as I expected, and the nieces liked it too, even better than the Macy's windows we looked at before heading down to the show. (In my opinion, the windows were excessively saccharine and trite, even for a holiday display. But the kids liked it and I saw other people taking pictures, so that might just be me.) They insisted on sitting in their own seats, leaving me six rows back with four empty seats next to me in an otherwise crowded auditorium. I felt pretty silly all alone like that until some latecomers got placed in my row!
The audience participated at all the audience participation parts... actually, the girls were the most participatory of all. Except for the singing, because, as Eva explained directly to the stage, "I know this girl. She's my sister. You aren't going to get her to sing!"
Round about the middle of the performance they called some people up to participate in a staged book stacking contest. To everybody's general delight (especially Ana and Eva's) the guy in the middle had a clear grasp of the objective and cheated blatantly, stealing huge groups of books from everybody else's stacks in a flagrant violation of the stated "only one book at a time" rule. (There was no stated rule about stealing.)
The only trouble with the performance is that the auditorium was a little far out for us (I should've checked to see if any bus ran near by, the walk back to the train was killer) and it was late at night. Sadly, the combination of lights turning on and off during the performance, sketchy eating when they should've been having a real dinner, and the show not ending until normal bedtime gave both the girls headaches. Ana directed me in the right direction from the auditorium, but when I stopped into a Duane Reade to get some aspirin I got turned around again. She didn't realize this might happen, I didn't realize she would let me walk four blocks in the wrong direction! I thought I was going from 8th avenue to 7th, but instead I was walking uptown. As for why I didn't notice that the blocks had gotten shorter I can only say that I was so focused on the headaches and tiredness that I was just glad we were making such great time.
With one thing and another we didn't get home until midnight, but it was worth it.
