I haven’t done an editorial for the site in quite a while, but after some events this weekend, I felt one was necessary. I had the pleasure of seeing the first national tour of “Wicked” this weekend, but for the evening show on Sunday night, there was a middle-aged woman sitting next to me who was a major distraction – why? Because she was absolutely plastered.
I understand why theatres choose to sell drinks, I really do – drinks bring in money and money is needed for any major business operation. My issue; however, is the amount that people choose to consume. It amazed me how a few shot glasses of wine turned this middle-aged woman into a four year old. At the beginning of the show, she was fine; smiling, clapping, laughing, and enjoying the show – but by the middle of act one, she was absolutely obnoxious – anytime anything funny would happen, she would loudly make a comment about it, laugh like a hyena, and snort. It was absurd – you don’t pay good money for a theatre ticket then get so plastered you won’t remember it.
To top it all off, during “I’m Not that Girl” and onward, she decided it would be appropriate to sing along with the show – and not well. I’m paying to hear the performers on stage sing, but instead I got to listen to her. But wait, it gets better – she had drank so much that every time she opened her mouth, this putrid smell came out – it was sickening.
I thought I would share this story partially to vent, but also to let any reader know who ever considers buying a drink at a theatre to strongly consider whether or not they can handle it without becoming ridiculous. I personally do not drink at all, but the idea of drinking in a theatre is absurd to me in any case.