Formal Where?

Going to the theater in Utah is a sight to behold. Now, I'm not complaining about the show or the theater or anything in regards to the production. (The show was AMAZING! I recommend it to everyone - go now, buy tickets!) My complaints have to do with the patrons of the fine arts in this here state.

Here were some of my sightings.....

Hawaiian Shirt and jeans (just because it buttons up the front doesn't mean you are "dressed up")

Scrubs (I've been to the hospital and know what ends up on these, they should NEVER be worn to a formal event)

Cargo pants and high heels - still not sure what this woman was thinking

And my favorite of all, a flannel shirt/jacket, worn jeans, and tennis shoes. I'm sure this was his "nice" outfit.

I also saw a woman stretching in the aisle. I'm thinking she may have been preparing to run home afterwards.

On the positive side, I had an fantasic seat (A you are still the shiznittiest!) It was one of those random seats on the end of an aisle (if there was a wheelchair it would have been there instead of me). Best thing was I didn't have anyone in front of me so I could stretch my legs and see everything. (Although I did have a wheelchair lady behind me who was a deep breather, seriously thought about screaming at her, but decided to be nice... look at me being all good and stuff). And it was only six rows from the stage - I could have been spit on by the actors (I wasn't, which is good because that would have been gross... and cool in a weird twisted way - I wonder if it would have been green spit from Elphaba?!)

I also got a free water - and we all know how I love free stuff. I had every intention of paying, then some random man handed me a complimentary water pass. I gushed thanks as he just wandered away without a care in the world.