Well, I hate to admit it, but I shelled out almost $75 for two Thomas Live! On Stage tickets today.
For those of you living under a rock, Thomas the Tank Engine is a talking train (only he doesn’t actually ever do the talking, various narrators from Ringo Starr to George Carlin are more than happy to talk for him.)
Anyway, he goes on these adventures with all his other talking train friends and bascially pulls in jillions of dollars licensing his Thomas and Friends junk.
I say “junk,” but of course we own 1/2 the stuff out there — you name it, we probably have it. And its expensive junk too.
Anyway, my beef today is not with the outrageously priced tickets ($25 in fees alone) but rather with the production itself. (Now, to be fair — I wasn’t there. I roped another unsuspecting relative of our little Thomas disciple into going.)
Apparently, just before intermission, they turned off all of the lights (I guess it had something to do with the story line) and scared the hell out of all the 2- and 3-year olds in the place. (Including our own little Thomas fan.)
C’mon…who DOES that? You can’t just dim the lights, maybe? Or pretend its night time? Its a bunch of preschoolers in the audience for cripes sake. I have half a mind to write a letter or an email or something.
Or boycott all things Thomas from now on. (Yeah right.) We already have our tickets for the Thomas movie on September 8th. I can’t wait to see how THAT goes.
Today’s Baby O’Blog Quote: “Peep. peep.” Thomas the Tank Engine
