As mentioned in past posts--I love this show. It's definitely top 5 of all time for me. By the end of each season I'm friends (in my mind) with all of the dancers. So I was blown-away-excited when I found out that my parents got me and my sister tickets to the live tour show for our birthdays this year. You know--so I could go see all of my friends :).

Tuesday night was the night and let me just say up front--it WAS fun. I had a good time. But I was a bit irritated as well. First of all--they made me give up my water bottle at the door. I know this is pretty normal but I've been to this venue a number of times before and remember one time in particular where they let me take it in. It stuck in my memory because I was pretty excited. This time, the guy at the door said they wanted me to buy their water. So, of course, I did. For 5 stinkin' dollars! (And believe me--I wasn't as happy about it as I was trying to appear in this photo.)
After waiting in a 15 minute line for this teensy bottle they handed it over to me WITHOUT THE CAP. What the heck!? I guess they no longer allow you to have caps in the arena now. What--are they thinking I'm going to pelt it at one of the dancers or something?

So then we proceeded to our seats--the 2nd most expensive ones they offer--about two-thirds of the way back on the floor. And this was my view:
Actually, that was my view before someone in the row in front of them sat down. So just imagine another head in the middle of these two. It would have been o.k. if the stage was raised 5 feet or so. Or if I had high heels for my bum (which I was contemplating inventing the whole time I was watching the show). But the entire time all I saw was the upper-halves of the dancers intermittently bobbing around on stage. This would be all fine and good if it was a SINGING show. But it's a dancing show people. The feet are kind of crucial to the whole effect.

When we sat down in our expensive seats, they also didn't have cup holders so I proceeded to spill part of my cap-less water bottle all over my lap. Fun times. BUT in the end I did get to see my friends. From afar. Here's a shot of the top 5 guys after one of my favorite dances (shot at 200mm):
And my very favorite:
I stood up at the end to get this clear shot:
So the moral of the story is--don't get floor seats unless you're in the first or second row. Or you're 6'5". Or you somehow DO invent high heels for your bum.
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