The Loud Laugher

I like to laugh. You might say, I love to laugh.

But Uncle Albert and Dick Van Dyke laughed when things were funny, and so do I.

I’ve been to a couple of shows recently where it seems like there are plants in the audience (or maybe they’re just groupies, I don’t know). It’s either a man or a woman who will laugh obnoxiously just ahead of the joke. It completely draws me out of the theatrical experience. I am so bothered by this deranged laughter, when everyone else is trying to follow the plot, that if the moment WAS funny–I miss it.

It’s ruined the last few shows I’ve been to. Well, maybe not ruined. The shows were still good–but they weren’t as funny as they would have been if I had been able to breathe in and naturally enjoy the comedic timing.

I have no solutions. Just complaining.

Thank you for your support.

Just remember–laughter good. Laughter at random moments that aren’t funny to anyone but anyone just to let everyone in the audience in on the fact that you have a crush on one of the guys in the cast and/or helped build the set and therefore you’re a super duper winner… bad.