STOMP

Friday we left the house around 4:30 and drove into Philly for dinner and to see Stomp. Katie and I enjoyed Ted’s Montana Grill so much the previous Sunday we decided to take the entire family there. Everybody had bison except for me. Todd dared Taylor to order his hamburger by saying “tatunka”, but Taylor wouldn’t do it.

The show was in the Merriam Theater – another beautiful Philadelphia theater, though not as impressive as the Academy of Music.



The show was great. Except for the intoxicated couple behind us. I kept having flashbacks to an Eagle’s concert Todd and I went to several years ago when I almost ended up in a fight with a drunk chick. Another story for another time. But imagine. Me. Miss Non-confrontational. That’s what I get for trying to rationalize with someone hammered.

Anyway, they talked through the entire show. Todd kept flashing them “the look” and the guy was at least smart enough to realize they were being rude. She, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care.

For the most part we were able to enjoy the show since most of it is pretty loud anyway. There are some parts, however, that are very subtle and it was hard to hear with the mouth – which became more and more slurred as the night went on – behind us.

ARGH! There was so much I wanted to say to them, but I know it wouldn’t have made any difference. For example, when the show was over and everyone stood up, Todd told them point blank they were rude and something about them being drunk. She said they weren’t drunk and I almost turned around and said, “Oh honey. Go with the drunk angle so you at least have an excuse for your disruptive behavior.” I also wanted to point out the young children who were more respectful and well behaved then these adults, but it would have been lost on their inebriated selves. So I didn’t even look at them.

OH! And she told Todd he couldn’t stop looking at her because she was so hot!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I guess they gave us something to talk about. So for all of you who enjoy a drink before a show – and I’m not judging because I had a glass of wine with our dinner – DON’T GO SMASHED BECAUSE YOU WILL MAKE PEOPLE MAD!!

Okay. Back to the show. Todd saw Stomp several years ago in New York City and apparently it’s changed a lot since then. The percussion is still as impressive, but they’ve added more of a humorous element to it. It was truly one of the most entertaining shows I’ve ever seen. I finally know what I want to do when I grow up. I want to play the trash can.

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  1. OH! Oh! Oh! You play the can, I’ll play the lids!!! Great fun!!Have you seen the Blue Men Group? If you have a chance DO!!! And ….. I have been tagged and now I’m tagging you. Check the rules at my blogsite.

  2. The dumb thing about showing up for a show like STOMP inebriated, is that they were probably too smashed to really enjoy it to the fullest, so it’s kind of a waste of time (and money) for them to even be there. What’s the point? It’s kind of like going to a movie and sleeping through it all.But I’m glad YOU all had fun in spite of it all. That Bison pot roast you were talking about the other day sounded good. LOL on ordering “Tatanka”.

  3. So glad you had fun at what looks like a wonderful theater, despite the soused couple behind you. Our family saw the Dancing with the Stars tour. Only it should have been called “Dancing with the Star, and Wayne Newton can no longer sing”. Other than that, it was fun. 🙂 The dancing was great, but it was seriously misleading in advertising. At least we saw cute Sabrina.

  4. Hi Jen, I’m glad you enjoyed the show. Isn’t there always some sort of annoying person at all these things? I actually almost did come to blows with an obnoxious college girl at a Bruce Springsteen concert a few years ago. It was unbelievable. I don’t mind confrontation but I’m certainly not one to start a fight. But I won’t get into that. I’ve embarrassed myself enough just going on about it!Anyway, I had wanted to ask you if you left the show with a headache. My mom wants to see Stomp (she hasn’t quite convinced my dad) but we were joking with her at Xmas dinner that she’d have a headache afterwards from all that percussion!Thanks again for another great post! And have a wonderful 2008! Read you soon, Katie

  5. That is seriously COOL! I LOVED the video and I’m glad you had a good time, inebriated woman aside. Pardon me, inebriated hot woman aside. I’m assuming Todd wasn’t too taken in by her hotness to enjoy the show. (Heavy sarcasm) 😉

  6. What a beautiful theatre! Thanks for sharing those pictures. It really is breath taking.I am glad you enjoyed Stomp. I saw it once, and really was amazed by it. The girls totally loved it. I can think of nothing worse than having a couple of drunks behind you, ruining the show. I am giving you a huge gold star for taking the high road on this one. They just were not worth it!! XOXOX

  7. You have to grow up first? Double rats! ;o)Look on the bright side… The lovely couple from last night is reliving STOMP in their heads today. LOL

  8. Wow, that theater is beautiful. We have nothing like that in Montana ~ we don’t even have a Ted’s Montana Grill here. Ha ha. I’d love to see Stomp ~ if it ever comes back to town, I’ll be getting tickets (I missed it the first time).

  9. The smashed couple will have a nice headache the next morning, I’m guessing drinks and drums are not a good combination? lol!I saw a short version of Stomp at Disney’s California Adventure a few years back. Disney usually shows clips of broadway at the theater and Stomp was in town. I loved it so much that I took my family to see it a second time.

  10. clash, clatter, bang, stomp…it’s a new year…hope you were banging those garbage can lids to ring in the new year!!Wishing you much health, love, happiness and laughter Jen…throughout the year…in abundance!!

  11. clash, clatter, bang, stomp…it’s a new year…hope you were banging those garbage can lids to ring in the new year!!Wishing you much health, love, happiness and laughter Jen…throughout the year…in abundance!!

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