The tortures from The Beast continue. Thank God she was too busy with preparations for the evenings activities to find me some sort of clothing to wear to the theatre. It was frightening to hear her speak of plans for my togs.
The Beast was so inappropriate for the theatre. She wore what she referred to as "civilian witch wear". Who would wear such a thing to a theatre?
Disgraceful.
She and her friends were out of control and so very loud. All of them were the epitome of everything that is wrong with American women. And she had her children with her! What horrible examples. At least they didn't speak during the show.
So many people have lost all respect for the arts. I contribute such poor etiquette to the invention of VCR and all sorts of playback equipment. One can pause, fast forward or rewind whenever one pleases. One cannot do that with a live performance.
Did I have a good evening? My Dear Diary, it can be summed up in one picture rather than a few thousand words:
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