Seats up close for a Broadway show, a friendly question on the 7 and more reader tales of New York City in this week’s Metropolitan Diary.
Seats up close for a Broadway show, a friendly question on the 7 and more reader tales of New York City in this week’s Metropolitan Diary.
Seats up close for a Broadway show, a friendly question on the 7 and more reader tales of New York City in this week’s Metropolitan Diary.
Good Seat
Dear Diary:
My husband and I got tickets for “Take Me Out” when it first played in New York in the early 2000s.
We had seats close to the stage, and I started a conversation with a woman sitting to my right who had a thick Texas accent.
She and a male colleague were on a business trip and had gotten last-minute tickets that were unfortunately not next to each other.
She and I discussed the play. With a twinkle in her eye, she said her colleague had given her the seat closest to the stage so she would have a better view during the nude scenes. They planned to switch at intermission.
At the start of the first nude shower scene, I felt a poke in my ribs. I turned to look at my new friend, who was nodding at me with a big grin.
She did not switch seats at intermission.
— Elka Grisham