down on skid row
I love half-price musical theatre. Apart from the odd shitty seat (I missed half of Little Shop of Horrors. The top half. Never get the cheap seats at the New Ambassador’s Theatre) it always works out pretty well. They fill empty seats, you get your musical theatre fix.
I have two friends who’ve seen Les Mis literally hundreds of times, half price all the way.
The greasy smell of popcorn, the sticky floors, the sense that you’ve completely wasted hours of your life, hours you’ll never see again. The cinema is a tough habit to break: nothing makes a sucky summer blockbuster look better than complete darkness and a 20-foot screen.
PovertyPorn has frugal friends (you know who you are) who insist on getting a weekly film fix, in an incredibly cheap way. Read the rest of this entry »
