Spielpalast 2009!

This is the Fenway Park equivalent to the seats we had.

I have to admit, my review after the first half of the show was going to read like this:

The show may have been good, or it may have totally sucked. I really have no way of knowing because we were stuck in the shittiest seats in the house and couldn't see what the fuck was going on. I have never payed $45 to stare at the backs of strangers in the dark for two hours, and I'll be damned if I ever do it again. Why did we end up in the worst possible usher seats? Because when the Standing Room Only people were admitted, they were told to sit in the aisles, but very few of them did. They filled up the seats and nobody was monitoring this. So suckers like us who went to the trouble of buying tickets in advance got fucked.

So, um, anyway... yeah. I don't actually get angry very often. Anyone who knows me knows that while I spout off histrionically at times, I'm really a very even tempered person who is rarely genuinely pissed. But when I do become irate, I'm like the living embodiment of rancor. No obstacle of time, distance, or hardship will stop me from extracting a satisfying conclusion from the object of my wrath. Why was I so mad over a stupid show? Because for one thing, it's not just a stupid show. We look forward to Spielpalast ALL YEAR LONG. We get all dressed up - it's a real annual event for us. Also, I did spend $45 on the tickets. That is a lot of money for me... that's like three days worth of food.

Anyhoo, the very beautiful hostess Margueritte noted my radiating virulence. I guess it was hard to miss as I was one seat over from her trying to sit up on the back of my hard plastic chair and then stand by the exit in order to see the show. She offered to switch places with me, but that would have been little improvement and would have left my date, S.R. Wild, still in the dark.

Margeuritte is the delectible confection on the right. As lovely as she looks here, this photo does not do her justice. (P.S. I did not take any of the photos in the post. Cameras were not allowed)


At intermission we went outside to enjoy the evening air. I wanted to leave but my more acquiecent companion wanted to stay so I agreed. Suddenly Margueritte burst from the building, "There you are darlings!" She informed us breathlessly that she had found us new seats that someone had reserved by accident. We should be sure to come and find her when intermission was over and she would escort us to out new digs.


Wow. What a fucking profesional. My wrath dissipated immediately and floated benignly off into the sunset.


Do you know where we ended up?
Front
row
center.


The show was awesome. This is the third time I've seen Spielpalast and I swear this is the best performance I've seen. The choreography was anbitious and tight, the girls were gorgeous and engaging (as always), the content was funny and beautiful, the staging was dynamic and clear. Everything was just purrrrfect. I liked their old venue better, but the Black Box Theater was not too shabby except for the seating irritation. One thing I really enjoyed was the increased participation on the band. They were not only great on the musical side of things, they were hilarious contributors to the action on stage.


Thank you Spielpalast! Thank you Maxi! Thank you Margueritte!


If you haven't gone yet, you have two more chances: May 29th and 30th. Check out FlynnTix.org to buy your tickets now, because the shows have been selling out and fast.