And sitting in our modestly good seats, arranged boy girl boy girl boy girl, Kenn, Dave and myself find ourselves looking around and sighing in utter boredom. In time, either individually or together, Kenn, Dave and I find ourselves wandering arout the hallways of the theater, chatting in the bathroom, or just hanging out at the snack bar. Our sneaking away becomes so frequent that at last, we realized that it had been a full hour since we last left our seats, and that now, more than ever, we needed to return. Returning to our seats, we're informed that we're not allowd back. Apparently, it was all nearing the grand finale, and for this particular bit, the cast was making their way to the stage through the aisles of the audience, thus blocking our way to our seats. But here's where it gets a bit odd. For whatever reason, this was also the part of the eight hour long french love story when everyone in the cast is dressed as either a giant hot-dog or giant hamburger. "Holy shit," we thought to ourselves! "We were gone when it finally began to get good!" Allowed or not, Kenn, Dave and I fought Hot Dogs and Hamburgers aside as we beat our way back to our seats to see the entertaining finale of an otherwise painfully boring musical. In our seats at last, our attention finally focused on the show, something odder still occurs. Fights break out amongst the players of the show, and intense fights at that. Fights completely unrelated to Team 3D's fighting back to their seats. This fight is in fact on stage. Soon enough, the house lights go on, and the fighting then erupts between all the actors, throughout the theater, affecting not one member of the audience. Of all the fighting that was happening, one particular bout remains vivid in my mind, and that's the wrestling match between two giant hot dogs. Each one of them locked in combat, rolling over one another from one side of the stage to the other, and then back again. Back and forth they rolled, with arms and legs poking out of tiny holes on the sides of giant costumes, flailing about trying to hurt the other hot dog despite the fact that all they end up hitting is a well padding costume. Back and forth, nearly ballet-level, never ending. Ushers then come out with their little flashlights, useless of course given the fact that the houselights are on, and they ask everyone to leave. Applause and cheering break out. The girls are in tears. Everyone's in complete and total awe at the brilliance of the show. And Kenn, Dave and I find ourselves reading each others' faces for some kind of explanation as to what we've obviously missed. We escort our girlfriends out of the theater, all three of them crying and consoling eachother, agreeing that this was the greatest thing they've ever witnessed. And as they try to explain to us what we obviously don't understand, I wake up, and so ends the dream. |
