Cabaret
Several times each month, we go on a field trip in the Geezerville bus. One of the favorites is to visit the old folk’s matinee at the dinner theatre. Our bus included 12 women, one hag, and me. A trip this month was to go and see a Cabaret matinee in a local dinner theatre.
As I remember the movie, it involved a transvestite hangout in Berlin in the late 1930s. Initially, the characters dressed appropriately for the time period.
We were seated at 11:00 AM and unshackled our paper bag lunches. There were 137 women and 13 men in the audience. The busloads came from Senior Citizen clubs all over. I noticed one from The First Baptist Church and another from The Other Baptist Church.
The first act brought back many memories to ladies who could remember WWI and WWII. The German accents of the actors were atrocious. The director must have forgotten that the first rule of the theatre is "Enunciate, enunciate, enunciate". One of the supporting actresses was consistent in her singing: one quarter-tone flat. My favorite actress played an alto sax, and danced. The other actresses seemed to have the vacant stares of those sentenced to (heavily medicated??) rehabilitation.
The final act was something else. That act had been commandeered by the "Queer Eyes" guys wearing as little as the law would allow. This was especially notable when the lead male stripped down to suspenders to hold up his (he who rides a racehorse) strap. Numerous little old ladies received an unexpected education. I expected a prayer revival to break out among the spectators at any time.
I have only one regret. I would have liked to ride home in one of the Baptist buses.
AsA
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Several times each month, we go on a field trip in the Geezerville bus. One of the favorites is to visit the old folk’s matinee at the dinner theatre. Our bus included 12 women, one hag, and me. A trip this month was to go and see a Cabaret matinee in a local dinner theatre.
As I remember the movie, it involved a transvestite hangout in Berlin in the late 1930s. Initially, the characters dressed appropriately for the time period.
We were seated at 11:00 AM and unshackled our paper bag lunches. There were 137 women and 13 men in the audience. The busloads came from Senior Citizen clubs all over. I noticed one from The First Baptist Church and another from The Other Baptist Church.
The first act brought back many memories to ladies who could remember WWI and WWII. The German accents of the actors were atrocious. The director must have forgotten that the first rule of the theatre is "Enunciate, enunciate, enunciate". One of the supporting actresses was consistent in her singing: one quarter-tone flat. My favorite actress played an alto sax, and danced. The other actresses seemed to have the vacant stares of those sentenced to (heavily medicated??) rehabilitation.
The final act was something else. That act had been commandeered by the "Queer Eyes" guys wearing as little as the law would allow. This was especially notable when the lead male stripped down to suspenders to hold up his (he who rides a racehorse) strap. Numerous little old ladies received an unexpected education. I expected a prayer revival to break out among the spectators at any time.
I have only one regret. I would have liked to ride home in one of the Baptist buses.
AsA
Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.
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