The choir

This past saturday I was invited to watch my friend Missy's choir, which was singing at a Protestant church a couple of blocks from my pad. Seeing as it was a few hours before work, I obliged. The show was slated to start at 730pm. My buddy Ian (also a friend of Missy's) and I thought we could grab a beer beforehand. Nope. Ian was late so we went directly to the performance and arrived right at start time.
The first downfall was that the show cost $20. This shouldn't have bothered me, but it did. I'm rather cheap lately and I was going to a choir I didn't care about. We found our seats halfway down the left hand side. It was bloody hot. Me, bundled in my finest winter coat, my scarf, and my usual work attire of a tie and shirt.
The start was late, so now I'm hot AND irritated. Plus, I knew I would have the uncontrollable laughing seizure at how bad this would be. At 8pm the choir kicked off. The first song was 'Groovin' by one of those random sixties groups. I lost it right off the bat. Tears streaming and trying not to make a peep, my body shuddering with silent gasps.
I pull together briefly enough to study the group of singers. There's three tiered rows consisting of roughly 20 singers. A majority of them women, but the back and highest row consisting of men.
Missy is my age (32) and she seemed to be the youngest. The average age of singer looked to be about 40. All nerds. The leader of the pack (conductor) was a woman in her late forties/early fifties, who talked too much about herself. At one point she did a solo song, which was written by her mother. It was slightly touching, but overall the song was really bad. I got the embarrassed feeling.
By far my favorite singer to watch was the token really tall, nerdy, middle aged man with a dress shirt that was way too big around his tiny neck. He was so into singing and had the best facial expressions. I was mesmerized. However, he really didn't help my laughing fits.
After nearly an hour of shitty 60's one time hits, and a few more modern songs, it was intermission. Thankfully I had to work, so Ian and I ducked out and didn't return.