|I think these things are supposed to be stairs, and that's after the gamma correction.|
The coolest thing about the Colonial Theater is the funky rectangular double-helix staircase that'll take you to either the mezzanine or the balcony. One set of stairs is carpeted red, and the other has black marble (I think it was marble) for flooring, so it makes for a dandy view while you're climbing them. Too bad there wasn't enough light in the place for a decent picture, but that's never stopped me before.
The strangest thing about the Colonial Theater was the old lady taking tickets. Nowadays of course the ticket takers just scan your ticket with their little thing-that-goes-beep and let you on your way, and that makes things a bit easier. I'd brought along the two Ticketmaster confirmation printouts and handed mine to the lady first.
"Did you print these out yourself?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered, feeling like it was one of those perfunctory questions like the security questions you get at the airport -- did you pack your own bags? Did anyone ask you to take something along with you? That kind of thing. Apparently it wasn't; the old lady just thought that was wicked awesome.
"Well, isn't that clever of you!" she said, then scanned the ticket with her thing-that-goes-beep and sent me on my way. Clem followed with her ticket, and had a brief conversation with the lady as well.
"What did she say to you?" Clem asked me once we were climbing the double helix stairs.
"She asked if I printed out these tickets myself, and I said yes, and then she said that was very clever of me."
"Huh," Clem said. "Cause when she scanned my ticket, she said 'So this is what he does while you're cooking!' and I had no idea what she meant by that."
I don't think either of us has figured it out yet, either.
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You'll notice I wrote that without one single "Top Five List" of my own. You're welcome.