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| - My mom: "Ugh, there is no culture in this town."
Me: "Well what have you been doing today?"
My mom: "I went to the outlets."
Me: "You did that yesterday. And the day before that too."
Sometimes it's hard for people to imagine Las Vegas as anything other than slots, buffets, and booze, so when I saw Mamma Mia was coming to the Smith Center, I snagged a pair of tickets for the two of us so we could experience some cultura en vivo.
The venue is gorgeous, and not just the interior, where there are several levels of seating in a U-shape towards the stage. The entire campus sits by Symphony Park, where sculptures line the walkways leading up to the entrance. While mi madre and I didn't have the luxury of season tickets, we were able to score seats high up on the balcony on the side, meaning I was literally sticking my neck out for ABBA to see the whole stage.
My only major gripe is that because of the volume of season ticket holders, there aren't a lot of ushers around to assist with seating because most people know exactly where they're headed: the same seats they had for the show before, and the show before that. This meant Mama K and I were left to fend for ourselves to find our spots.
Us: "Hi, we are looking for the C-Gallery."
Them: "Oh, you are in the Mezzanine Gallery. Please go down these stairs, turn right, go down the hallway, do five jumping jacks, and look for the secret entrance on your left."
Us: "Oh, okay. Thank you!"
Them: "Not at all, enjoy the show!"
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