Last night, 'cause it was Valentines Day or something, we went to see the touring production of The Wedding Singer at The Orpheum, with dinner at The Majestic Grille beforehand. The production was pretty good; there were initially sound problems which started the show off with a fizzle instead of a bang, but those got worked out and the got things turned around, to the point where they got the Memphis standard Standing Ovation Just Because We Were Getting Ready To Leave Anyway.
But we couldn't leave. The cast (and folks at the Orpheum) had something special planned for Valentine's Day. First, they announced that the marriage proposal that had been on the marquee had been accepted and everyone else sit down so that the happy couple could get a little attention. Then they had a drawing for a door prize. The person seated in J101, a lovely young brunette, won the drawing and was asked to come on stage to receive her prize--flowers, jewelry, etc. Her companion, who looked old enough to be her father, accompanied her to the stage.
Mrs. Cwabs leaned over to me. "What do you think he found her in the phone book?" she asked.
Then he proposed. She accepted, everyone got weepy, and we went out for drinks.
But we couldn't leave. The cast (and folks at the Orpheum) had something special planned for Valentine's Day. First, they announced that the marriage proposal that had been on the marquee had been accepted and everyone else sit down so that the happy couple could get a little attention. Then they had a drawing for a door prize. The person seated in J101, a lovely young brunette, won the drawing and was asked to come on stage to receive her prize--flowers, jewelry, etc. Her companion, who looked old enough to be her father, accompanied her to the stage.
Mrs. Cwabs leaned over to me. "What do you think he found her in the phone book?" she asked.
Then he proposed. She accepted, everyone got weepy, and we went out for drinks.