That’s Chicago!

We heard that Chicago is coming to Dubai. We, of course, refers to my girl gang.
So we rushed and got tickets. Since each gang member has her own financial commitments (and problems), we decided to go for the cheap tickets. I usually get the VIP tickets, so does Ghiz. The closer we are to the stage the better. After all this is not a Movie theatre!!
But we were going as a group, so we managed to bring our noses down, and accept what the majority could pay.

I got the tickets almost three weeks ahead of time. Excitement was building. I resisted reading any reviews on the musical. I closed my ears to the complaints about the seats. I was too excited that I was going to see a Musical…in DUBAI!

We agreed to meet at eight in the evening at the theatre even though the show starts at 9:30. It’s free seating, and with balcony tickets, we really needed the front seats there!

Four hours before the meeting time, Aminah, my own blood, cancels. She can’t come because Jassem was coming to town. URGH!!
No let me clarify that: URGH with HAIR PULLING FROM HER SCALP!
A couple of months engaged, and she is already canceling her all-girls night which they both knew about since we got the tickets! I’m dreading what will happen after she gets married!!

Of course it was a short notice to get rid of the ticket. No one even bothered to answer my email. After all, it was the show before the last; most people already saw the performance and none was interested in a sole “balcony” ticket.

The ticket was not wasted at the end. But my blood was still boiling.

Then at 8 pm we saw the line! We are actually queuing outside the theatre more than an hour before the start of the show!! And people have their cushions with them!!!
8:20, the doors opened and we went in. We were told then that there is no Balcony and Balcony tickets were upgraded to Grand stand. Hmmmmm.
Upgrading Balcony meant that it was dedicated the last three rows of grandstand!!
And by the time we were up, the middle of the first two were taken!!
So… we got to sit in the LAST ROW.
As in NO ONE BEHIND US and EVERYONE IN FRONT OF US!!!

The stage looked so small and so far away. It seemed as if it was in another Galaxy!

Five minutes on the chairs and we knew why people needed cushions. Even if you had a J Lo ass, you would need a cushion to bear sitting on these seats. I can’t think of anything to compare these seats to. Even seats at stadiums have more shape and are more comfy than these. Emirates Airlines has more leg room in their economy class than these seats, and I take aisle seats on Emirates!

It was a horror. It was a nightmare.
And people started to fill in, the air was diminishing, the empty seats were going, so was the view!!
We moaned, we groaned. We grumbled, we whined.
We nagged. And we bitched.
But by the time we heard “All that jazz” we were bewitched!
Of course we were charmed standing up!!!

When the first interval came, we sat. We were glad to have the last seats as otherwise we would have suffocated between two rows of people sitting TOO close to us.
We were enjoying the show even though we didn’t see any faces. I have the best eyesight of the group and all I could see of a face was red lips and black spots for eyes!!

We managed to stay for the second part, even though many of the audience left, including Hoda.

I personally loved the show. I was able to clap, move to the rhythm, laugh and cheer loudly.

My best parts of the show:

Roxie: He was trying to burgle me.
Policeman: From what I hear, he's been burgling you three times a week for the past month.

Roxie: And then I started fooling around... and then I started screwing around, which is fooling around without dinner.

From the tango of the cell mates:
Cell mate 1: and I fired two warning shots......into his head.
Cell mate 2: And then he ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times!

Amos: Mr. Cellophane, Should have been my name, cause you can look right through me

And not everything you see is what it seems…the surprise of Mary Sunshine, that literally had Ghiz and I scream!!!

And of course…
Billy: You're a phony celebrity and in two weeks no one's going to give a shit about you...that's Chicago. ;)