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Some time to kill...
I'm upgrading a server from Solaris 2.6 (!) to Solaris 8 currently so I have a few minutes to spare before it starts screaming for attention again...
Last night was actually rather relaxing, unlike most of my evenings. Kent's birthday was last September but the tickets I gave him were for "BETTY Rules!" last night at the Jewish community center on 17th Street NW.
I drove into DC and met up with Kent after work for dinner at Annie's Steakhouse on 17th St NW. Usually I'd avoid that place as it's usually extremely crowded and I always felt pressured to finish my meal and get out so that someone from the waiting line could have a chance to dine. I also think most of the entrées are overpriced by $3-4 each. As we walked up 17th to a mexican place that is our preferred alternative, we saw that Annie's was half-empty. Since it's Kent's birthday night, we gave it a try.
Service was OK and for once I didn't feel rushed. Still, the total was almost $50 without a bar tab, more than I thought the meal was worth. Still, it's for Kent's birthday...
We passed a number of square dancers convening at First Baptist Church for DC's regular club night, all of them asking why we were walking in the --from their perspective-- wrong direction. What should have been a 10 minute walk turned into 30 minutes, but it was pleasant enough and we were seriously early anyway.
When we entered the theater space 20 minutes before showtime, we were persons #3 and #4 in a room which easily seats 150. I knew the space was nearly sold out: where was everybody? Sure enough, the room filled by half five minutes before the show time and the rest arrived five minutes after the designated show time. I do not understand: why is it so hard to show up for scheduled events on time? Some days I wonder if most of the planet actually never learned how to tell time.
The show itself was lots of fun... great singing, good music, a very polished performance and great use of lighting and improvising sans props. My only complaint was the audio mixing. The electric guitars & drums were unnecessarily loud and frequently drowned out the voices. In two numbers, I could feel my rib cage vibrating and I could see the singers' lips move but I could make out no voices or singing. Still, those instances were brief and what I could hear was delightful, energetic and fun.
The show wrapped up shortly after 9 PM (no intermission) so we stopped by FBC to check on the square dancing. I jumped in on the last two tips, then helped Dayle pack up the equipment. We were home by 10:30 PM and I was asleep very soon after that.
Last night was actually rather relaxing, unlike most of my evenings. Kent's birthday was last September but the tickets I gave him were for "BETTY Rules!" last night at the Jewish community center on 17th Street NW.
I drove into DC and met up with Kent after work for dinner at Annie's Steakhouse on 17th St NW. Usually I'd avoid that place as it's usually extremely crowded and I always felt pressured to finish my meal and get out so that someone from the waiting line could have a chance to dine. I also think most of the entrées are overpriced by $3-4 each. As we walked up 17th to a mexican place that is our preferred alternative, we saw that Annie's was half-empty. Since it's Kent's birthday night, we gave it a try.
Service was OK and for once I didn't feel rushed. Still, the total was almost $50 without a bar tab, more than I thought the meal was worth. Still, it's for Kent's birthday...
We passed a number of square dancers convening at First Baptist Church for DC's regular club night, all of them asking why we were walking in the --from their perspective-- wrong direction. What should have been a 10 minute walk turned into 30 minutes, but it was pleasant enough and we were seriously early anyway.
When we entered the theater space 20 minutes before showtime, we were persons #3 and #4 in a room which easily seats 150. I knew the space was nearly sold out: where was everybody? Sure enough, the room filled by half five minutes before the show time and the rest arrived five minutes after the designated show time. I do not understand: why is it so hard to show up for scheduled events on time? Some days I wonder if most of the planet actually never learned how to tell time.
The show itself was lots of fun... great singing, good music, a very polished performance and great use of lighting and improvising sans props. My only complaint was the audio mixing. The electric guitars & drums were unnecessarily loud and frequently drowned out the voices. In two numbers, I could feel my rib cage vibrating and I could see the singers' lips move but I could make out no voices or singing. Still, those instances were brief and what I could hear was delightful, energetic and fun.
The show wrapped up shortly after 9 PM (no intermission) so we stopped by FBC to check on the square dancing. I jumped in on the last two tips, then helped Dayle pack up the equipment. We were home by 10:30 PM and I was asleep very soon after that.
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One or two people I can handle ... but when multiple audience members show up late, and look around as if it's everyone else's fault that the show is already started, I tend to want to glare them down for being stupid enough to waltz in at 8:15 PM for an 8:00 PM curtain time.
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When I've been house manager, I've usually flashed the lobby lights with an appropriate amount of time to let everyone take their seats, then hold back anyone from entering after the performance has started until the first suitable break (during applause, whatever). I've received some nasty looks on occasion but most folks understand.
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...and no refunds.
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There's cheaper dishes available on the menu but we went a little above our usual price range in celebration of Kent's birthday. As I mentioned, the food is fine, but for the price, one could --and should-- expect a somewhat better atmosphere, service and quality of ingredients.
Of course, I'm a picky, opinionated SOB... :-)