Dumb poodle
courtesy of oh snap
My writeup on West Side Story is scheduled for later in the week, but for the moment I want to quickly provide a little help for those of you who have the same deficiencies as a dozen or so people who were at tonight’s performance.
When a musical number reaches a crescendo and comes to an end and the stage lights go down, it’s not intermission if the house lights don’t come up. What it is, instead, is the end of the next-to-last number before intermission, which means the last scene is about to start and you’re now all standing up and/or in the aisle because Grod forbid you not be first in line to get yourself a Pepsi.
Those of you who were (rightly) embarrassed – or perhaps just desperate for that Pepsi – who went ahead and (distractingly) walked out thusly managed to miss the pivotal emotional moment of the show. In the future, use this simple guide: if the lights are down, stay in your seat and keep quiet.
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
