Them Wacky Russians!
So, the other day, I went to trade in tickets for the Hollywood Bowl. My parents have season tickets, but weren't goign to be able to see next Friday's Finale, so I picked up the tickets. Since the Friday program A Night at the Moulin Rouge looked kinda boring, I decided to switch them for the night before, a Russian Spectacular. See, I go to the Bowl for a little night music, not for fireworks and cancan girls.
I had to stay up late (the Box Office doesn't open until noon), but I did manage to change my tickets with ease. More than ease, actually, I got:
I had to stay up late (the Box Office doesn't open until noon), but I did manage to change my tickets with ease. More than ease, actually, I got:
- Better seats
- Cheaper seats (obviating the need to pay the ticket-exchange fee)
- Better Orchestra (LA Philharmonic instead of the Hollywood Bowl Orchestra)
- Better Music (Prokofiev, Tchaikovsky, Rimsky-Korsakov instead of, um, that cancan music, I guess)

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