Of shows, I have seen many. Too many to be counted.
I think the last show I saw was a acrobatic performance. We received free tickets from Sis in Law after we bailed her and Dreaded Nephew out of England when they ran out of money. The show was good. I do enjoy seeing a show but I find it such an effort now.
A friend asked if we wanted see either the Yes Prime Minister show or A Chorus Line. Straight away I decided I did not want to see Chorus Line. R, you go if you want. I will consider Yes Prime Minister.
I think I wrote the above in about January or February. I subsequently heard about Yes Prime Minister and I don't think it was a great show.
I am of the age that I appreciate why people of a certain age don't go out at night to see things. It is such hard work. Nevertheless, we are going out on an evening this week to see a show. It is a show that is part of Melbourne's Comedy Festival. Is our comedy festival second only the Edinburgh's? I would probably like to see a hot guy on stage making me laugh. Instead I chose to see an Arab woman.
I have passed by Melbourne Town Hall and seen the crowds outside queueing to see different shows. Other venues apart from the town hall are used too. I don't like queues. I don't like not knowing about things in advance. I get stressed if things aren't planned. R gets even more stressed, which makes me mega stressed. Add to that Sis in Law is staying with us for a couple of nights while she takes an educational course in the city, so we invited here along too.
It all falls to me. The show is in the supper room at 7pm.
I booked online while Sister and Bone Doctor were here. What a battle. I complained to Sis and BD, I have been booking things online for years. Why is this so hard? What I was doing was trying to select seats when it is general admission. I did not know what general admission meant. Apparently it means you don't have a reserved seat and have to be there early to get the best seat. I was quite horrified by the prospect. Sis and BD went to a Comedy Festival show and they assured me it would be fine and they arrived ten minutes before and got good seats. Later Sis confessed they had friends in the queue who they joined up with.
'For god's sake Andrew, live on the wild side for once in your life', said Sister.
'If it pours rain while I am standing in a queue and I get pneumonia, then you will be to blame Sister.'
Seeking reassurance, I emailed the fabulous Fen, as I knew she had seen a couple of performances. She gave me a reassuring reply.
Then I was taken down by our friend in Japan who is familiar with the comedian (a train driver could be male or female. Do you care? Is there a point to distinguishing between comedians and comediennes?) we are going to see. A bit hit and miss she suggested.
I have faith in my selection. I heard her on the wireless and she is a funny Arab.
Seven is usually the hour when we dine. What to do? We will take Sis in Law out for a meal after the show and I will go to the shops tomorrow to get nibbles to have before the show. We have some nice cheese, some olives and some pickled onions. I will get kabana and a couple of dips and some breads.