Super Hubs and I have season tickets to the theater. The first show of the year happened to fall on Super Bowl night, which we didn’t realize until several days before. I got a lot of razzing from friends for “dragging” my husband away from the game, but here’s the reality: He didn’t mind because the Bears weren’t playing. And Super Hubs is a rarity in that he’s a straight man who loves musical theater. In particular, he loves "Guys and Dolls." He’s is my kind of guy, and I’m his doll, and I love being married to a man that sits beside me at the theater while everyone else is in front of the tube.
My parents also have season tickets to the same shows on the same evenings. We requested the same night as they, thinking it would be a fun date night out together. And it was. My parents’ reserved seats were exactly two rows behind ours. We met beforehand and chatted, and then Super Hubs and I had our alone time and space in our seats, and they had theirs.
What I didn’t anticipate, however, is how having my parents sit two rows behind me made me behave better than I normally would. It wasn't their issue; they are very nice people. But I mentally morphed into an 8yo, feeling self-conscious when I stretched out in my seat or whispered to my husband. And then there was the glass of wine I had at Intermission during "Guys and Dolls." My parents ended up staying in their seats during the break. But Super Hubs and I sipped our wine surreptitiously behind a pole near the bar, anxious that my parents would see us and judge us as sinful for drinking on a Sunday. Again, it’s not my parents’ fault. In fact, my dad would probably order a beer and join us. It was just an example that I am completely neurotic.
Super Hubs and I went to a movie a few years back that was rated R. Our former pastor and his wife happened to sit directly behind us. I kept fearing I'd suddenly develop Turrets or have an epic popcorn spill. And during the “intimate” love scene, I wanted to hide under my seat. It felt as if God was sitting behind us with furrowed brow.
In any case, I absolutely love having season tickets to a theater! It's great fun, and I look forward to the next performance. But I’m pondering if I should offer my parents our seats next time, and we’ll sit behind them. That might cure at least a bit of my self-consciousness.
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It was better than the game.
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