..Okay, so we actually had an usher walk us down to our seats, he even extended his hand gracefully, palm side up in the direction of our seats. I swear he did this with a little bow and politely told us that he hoped we "Enjoy the show." ("Oh, I already am!" I kept to myself..)
We squeezed two seats down from a man, who also was wearing the appropriate Cher attire - black Cher tee - with jeans..(and Members Only jacket), and his date...or...girlfriend...or mother...I couldn't tell. She was a pillowly woman, neatly dressed, sitting snugly in the seat right next to ours. She nodded politely as we squeezed past and continued to chew on her Reading soft pretzel.
Bud and I took our $83.00 ticketed priced seats, first row, floor level. To the right of us, was a line of various aged biker women, obviously enjoying a girl's night out, in their matching black Cher T-shirt attire. Suddenly I was feeling a bit self conscious being the only couple in our row not wearing the required Reading Cher Farewell Tour h'aute coiture du jour...
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