my day was shit.

Since it's only going to be me and my mom on Christmas from now on since my sister moved to Florida, we decided to start our own tradition of going into Manhattan to see the tree. We got there in the morning and went to Tkts to see if there was a play we could see for cheap. 'Hair' was our number one choice and we got it (40% off). We had really good orchestra seats. Right before the show I went to the 'Ladies Lounge,' the whole basement area, and on my way back up, at the top of the stairs was a man with his hand down his pants. He was very obvious, loud sound effects and all. I was so skeeved when I came back to my seat that my mom knew something was wrong, but I didn't want to tell her because I knew she'd make a big thing about it. She got it out of me, and of course she did make a big thing about it. I had to describe the guy to the manager and the security guards who were off-duty cops. So then we sat down for the first act.

It was awesome and so fucking hippie, man. I could not believe that there were little kids there because of the nudity, drug use, and simulated sex. And let me tell you, after you've been sexually harassed, this is the worst play to watch. I'm an incredibly open person but I was already in an uncomfortable state of mind, which the play did not help.

During intermission my mom and the security people wanted me to look around for the guy, who I didn't see. And for the second act the manager brought us to better seats, center orchestra, 6th row, and I had an aisle seat. It was nice. At the end of the show the cast brings people from the audience to dance on stage. I went up. I was kind of awkward up there from already being so uncomfortable but how many times do you get to be up on a Broadway stage, so I really tried to enjoy it. When I came back my mom asked me if I could see the guy from the stage. Really?! I can't even have a tiny bit of a good time? I have to be reminded about that creep? I could hardly deal with everyone asking about this and having to repeat what happened that I can't even imagine what it's like for rape victims. Then of course my mom has to go up to one of the security guards to thank him, in front of many people who then stared at me. Thanks, just lovely.