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| - Other than the clown element, I really enjoyed O. Fire, water, and acrobatics all made for an enjoyable performance. However, if there was a story, I had no idea what it was. But to be fair, we sat in the VIP suites at the back of the theater. Private suites that seat four (although we had only two in our party) with a bottle of champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries and truffles. So I probably spent more time counting how many chocolates my husband was taking over his 50% than paying attention.
The private entrance came in handy when my husband claimed he set an alarm for 6 pm and yet I woke up at 7:10 wondering why I was so well-rested. After the fastest costume change ever, we literally ran to the theater and arrived just after it started, but did not disturb anyone. The cocktail server whisked in just behind us to open the champagne. I was miffed at my husband for missing the chance to get our photo, but a photographer came to our suite before I had a chance to start bitching.
Sadly, the $335 per ticket price did not include a photo, which I looked hideous in, but yet I still felt compelled to buy both for $90 so I could study at my leisure which one was less ghastly. I am just grateful he told me to pose in such a way to hide the arm fat. I later got an email that I could buy a digital download which I would have rather done to begin with so I could work my wonders with Photoshop. So before you buy a photo with the stupid album you might not want anyway, ask if you can just fill out the card with your email address for the download.
I probably wouldn't see O again, but I thought it was a great show and really enjoyed the suite!
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