Let’s get the gross out of the way. The Stranger is Seattle’s alternative weekly, and they run the “I, Anonymous” column. Readers write in with stories of bad things they’ve done as a make- shift confessional. Or, since this is Seattle, they write in with bad things that were done to them as a make- shift therapy session/ soapbox. But this submission unfortunately falls into neither of those categories. It instead falls into my favorite category, “Why?”
To the couple sitting next to me during Aug 1’s performance of Book of Mormon: Theater etiquette is not always easy to grasp but to finger your girlfriend during a live show is actually frowned upon, as is the amorous penis-rubbing return gesture on the part of your girlfriend. Also, when your neighbor (close enough to feel your arm muscles wriggling in your amorous attempts) asks you to please not insert your finger into your girlfriend’s vagina while watching a musical, the proper response is generally thought to not be an aggressive belch in the face of the person making the request. Apparently these etiquette guidelines are not universally acknowledged.
What? At a musical? Not that at a concert would be OK, but at least then you understand the drunk/ high couple getting too rowdy. This wouldn’t be acceptable even during Hair, guys. Did you think people couldn’t see you? Why?
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. I think we all need a palate cleanser.
Last night was the last performance of Aladdin on Broadway, and after the show the audience took a minute to perform a Genie (Tony winner James Monroe Iglehart) led rendition of “Friend Like Me”
Damnit, right in the feels. Bravo, you guys. That was magical.