Thursday, October 7, 2010

Months ago, Paul and a friend scheduled a night at The Triple Door to see Hot Tuna. Last night when we checked in, we discovered that the friend thought Paul was ordering tickets for all four of us, when Paul thought each couple was ordering their own. And all the seats were sold out, so we stood in the lobby and dithered for a bit. Paul and I could sit, eat dinner, enjoy the show, while our friends could eat in the bar and then stand for the show. Not a very friendly option! Somewhere amidst our dithering, the young woman at the desk mentioned that a private suite was available. Of course, our first question was For How Much More $$$?? No extra charge, she said. She showed us the room, which was above the stage on one side, room enough for seven people, two tables, comfy chairs, and essentially a picture window onto the stage. She said we could arrange the furniture however we wanted, and a waitress would attend to us. Yes! We could adjust the lighting, and the sound. I was in heaven. The only drawback was that we felt not quite a part of the show, because we were separated from the rest of the audience by the glass, but to be able to listen to live music in a very comfy chair, with my feet up and very efficient table service was lovely. It felt odd to clap, though. I'd never been more acutely aware of how important that audience dynamic is.


  1. That sounds like great fun, T. The Royal Box. Did you remember to wave like the queen whenever anybody looked up at you?'s that cold? I hope you're feeling better.

  2. Sandra, I was so much into our little private scene that I didn't even notice if anyone looked up!

    Feeling better, thanks.