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| - The Colosseum at Caesar's Palace is basically par for music venues; I think Cohen said it best: it's soulless.
I've been to the Colosseum for Elton John, Celine, Bob Dylan/John Mellencamp, and two absurdly amazing show-of-the-year performances by the venerable Leonard Cohen. Note: for the Elton gig, it was the original Red Piano back in 2006.
I have sat all over obviously; there are not too many TERRIBLY bad seats in the house but the top balcony towards the back is a really formidable distance from the stage (binoculars?). The seats are relatively close together with little space in between cushions were you put your tushies but there is a simple answer to that if this is a problem for you: LOSE WEIGHT. I have never had a problem with my body parts touching another's at the Colosseum (unless I wanted to [consent, folks {get your consent first}]).
A long, unnecessary, staff story:
One time it was box seats for Celine (don't judge.). Well, apparently we were not all Celined up enough for the occasion like others (it was a last minute score on eBay that I was not even intending on winning [sniping can become addictive once you are good at it]) as we were wearing what we wore to school (jeans, tshirts, Brooks brand running shoes). Apparently, the attire was too much (or rather, too little) for a staff member who came over after we were promptly seated to SPECIFICALLY re-check our tickets and our tickets alone to make sure we were not naturally moving down from the cheap seats to better seats. Never mind that this was her second show after her comeback so it was very much so sold out (how are we going to move down to better seats when those better seats are sold and someone was going to be arriving to kick us out?). Never mind that there were plenty of superfans that were dressed in jeans and Celine shirts too (apparently Canadians are trustworthy, or at least more than us [to the staff]).
Fast forward to the show and cue my girlfriend's small(er) bladder; she needed to go to the restroom and we know the drill in regards to people not being allowed in and out when Duchess Celine is performing her perfectly-timed setlist. You must wait until a song is over to be allowed back in. Right. Why is it that another staff member found it necessary to keep my girlfriend from re-seating for more than two-point-five songs after she was ready to sit again. Maybe it was during the hologram portion of the show, right ... chill out, it was just a bad time in the show and there was no one being let back in at all, right? Wrong. Specifically, why was my girlfriend left out of the boxes for more than two songs including a bit where Celine is telling one of her infinitely rehearsed 'on-the-fly' stories and yet like half a dozen people who had no box seats were let in and out and in and out (so they can see the view from there???)? We joke about it being that they (staff) did not like us from the beginning for some reason but there may be some ring of truth to it.
In sum - I don't appreciate some guy coming up to me after I am seated by one of their colleagues to re-check if my tickets are actually in that particular section. It is one thing if there were other patrons with tickets in their mitts proclaiming that these were their assigned seats/box/whatever, but there were no such people, and this individual just felt like he could single us out with his super-usher powers as section-hoppers because we did not look like we could afford the tickets. Well, we can; so fuck off. - E
Postscript. Celine was great (don't judge.).
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