Showtime!

On Thursday night I ventured to Music Hall at State Fair Park to see 9 to 5, an off-Broadway production of the Dolly Parton musical. The play was cute, I wasn’t sure where the storyline was going when the show started but I was pleasantly surprised. 

Section QQ- where the ballers sit

Naturally, there was an unexpected adventure built into the experience that made this more than just a simple play. 

Earlier in that day I smashed my pinky toe into the couch.  Great way to start the day.  It didn’t hurt that much throughout the day but when I went to put on heels the pinky wasn’t having it.  So to start the night off, picture me hobbling.

I also decided to try out the bus system in Dallas to get to the show and found a stop across the street from my apartment complex.  Convenient!  As I stood at the stop in my little theatre-going outfit, the bus sped right by me.  Great.  I called a taxi because I wasn’t sure about the parking situation at the venue or the neighborhood it was in and I didn’t want to end up with Ev’s car in the hood. 

I got there with time to spare to explore the venue, which was described as “charming” online; I’m going to sound like a snot right here but “charming” was an overstatement.  The auditorium at Staples HS is “charming”.  JJ is “charming”.  This venue was outdated and far from “charming”.

At least the view of downtown was charming!

The crowd made up for it as I spent my time people-creeping (my solo version of people watching) before the show instead.  I finally found the typical Texas hair I had been waiting to see along with plenty of potential Biggest Loser contestants and cat ladies.

At one point I thought I saw one of the girls from my tornado-incident earlier this week.  During intermission I teetered over to her seat to say hi.  I’m sure you could have guessed that it wasn’t the same girl.  If you did, you’d be right!  The girl I approached and her friend were very nice even though I must have seemed like a complete coockoo bird.  Did I mention that no one dresses up to go to the theatre here?  Well they don’t… and I did.  Way to blend, Michelle, way to blend.

To top this ice cream sundae evening off with a cherry I waited for over 30 minutes for a cab to come pick me up after the show.  Literally everyone had left the venue and I was left standing at the valet with the house manager and one of the ushers.  It was very kind of them to make sure that I didn’t wait alone but seriously, this is my life.