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More tales of tremendous stupidity.

More tales of tremendous stupidity.

We had a really large house for a Wednesday night last night. A big group of high schoolers showed up (something like 13), there was a hyper active 11 year old who had to leave before the second act, one of our Annex Staff members and her 6 year old actor son, and others. You'd think that one of these groups would be the trouble makers, wouldnt you? Nope, it was the super-sloshed mid life crisis-ers with the new digital camera. I dont know about you folks, but I understand that it is not appropriate to go to a gallery show and take pictures of the art without the artists permission...or anyones permission for that matter. We stopped them in the process at the halfway point of having digitally captured the entire room. Youd think theyd have the good sense to put the damned thing away. Nope, they lolligag in the lobby for a good 5 minutes after the lights have been flashed until I tell them to go and sit down or leave. So they pass by the big "NO FLASH, PERFECT PITCH, VIDEO OR PHOTOGRAPHY ALLOWED" sign and slop down in their seats.

I assume this is the end of it, and I am wrong.

Drunken date immediatly whips out the new toy and starts looking at the set through it, the lights havent gone down yet, so I can let this slide, I guess. The lights go down, and we enter the shadow puppetry section. The Crazy fucks start taking pictures. Within 2 minutes, they are using the flash, and I am in the booth spitting battery acid and breathing fire. I finally sent my spot operator to find the artistic director (bret fetzer, wonder boy!). Bret climbs up the back of the risers to where the assfaces are sitting and lays down the law. They stop the photography, but they have lost all control of their vocal functions, because they start responding to the actors. Ive given up.

The show went well, otherwise. The fin' of the shinannigans was the drunken date falling down the risers into the arms of one of the actors, giving her a kiss and telling her how much she enjoyed the show.

So the moral of the story is: Be polite, ask permission, and dont drink so much at performances.

Posted by Sonya at December 14, 2000 09:13 AM