The last time we sat in the back row. Had someone famous in it, can’t remember who. So boring. I got up to get a wine in the concession stand. Was followed there and back by an usher with a flashlight. Annoying. It got so bad we started whispering to each other to break the monotony. Gay couple in front of us glared at me.
We’ve got friends in the Napa area that love that stuff. They met while they were in a play (onstage) in SF. They can have it. They were talking about Hamilton all the time when it was the rage. To each their own. Life is all the theater I need.
