The Broadway musical hit Hamilton is in town right now, and for the last couple weeks I’ve been bartending/serving to people before and after the show. Before the show, they sit with a cocktail with friends, excited for a play they’ve looked forward to seeing. Then, I see them after the play. They come in, flush with excitement, after seeing an incredible performance. Words like “fantastic”, “amazing”, “incredible”, “best show I’ve ever seen” tumble from their lips. And after two weeks of hearing people’s awe-inspiring, across the board reaction to this monumental play,
I’m sick of it.
I mean, c’mon. Really? EVERYBODY LOVES IT?!? How is that possible?!? I have not spoken to one person that has seen the play that haven’t adored it. After the play, they slap down their Hamilton program on their table, proud that they finally got to see the play. And they shelled out good money for it. One guy last night told me he spent over $300 for a ticket. And sure enough, all he had to say was, it was absolutely worth it.
At the hotel I work at, the cast and crew may or may not be staying there. (I cannot confirm or deny). But two nights ago, after the show, a number of them gathered at one of my tables. You can really spot them a mile away. From their young New York style appearance, to their backpacks with a big gold star on it. I approach the table, get their drink order. I say, so…I’m gathering that you guys are performing in Hamilton? They nod their heads, yes, we are. I say, you know, I’ve been serving people before and after the show, and I want once, just once, for one lone soul, one single person, one individual, to come in after the show, and say to me…you know, I gotta say, I just saw Hamilton,
and I thought it SUCKED!