I LOVE going to the theater. Then again, I just got back home from seeing Wicked where a middle aged man that couldn’t sit still insisted on singing (I cut him off every time), was trying to orchestrate the music like a composer with his hands throughout, fell asleep and started snoring loudly (I woke his ass up) and was going live on FB during much of the singing. It wasn’t until later did I realize the person on the other side of him was recording the entire movie on her cell. So that sucked.