An evening at the THEATER!

With the close of the final scene of Phantom of the Opera, though moved to clap for the rousing musical finale, I turned around to my mom and said, "I don't get it."
I'm not totally sure why, but I was seriously confused at the end, and I started flipping through my program (wishing I hadn't used part of it for gum disposal) looking for an explanation. Christine is kissing all sorts of dudes, singing in between and managing to jump around in a corseted dress with a train the size of a midsized sedan. I just didn't understand who she was supposed to end up with: Raul, the handsome chap-- who tended to overdo it on the high notes (making me wonder if Christine realized the implications of dating a guy who can sing as high as she can) OR the Phantom, the disfigured fella with the face mask and all the drama. Tough choice for poor Chris, but what's a gal to do? I gotta say though, if I dated a guy named "the Phantom" I'd be pretty excited to bring him around the family barbecues: "Aunt Kathy, I'd like you to meet my new boyfriend, the Phantom....Phantom, this is my Aunt Ka--Phantom?? Where are you? STOP disappearing like this!" I would turn and my partially masked beau would be lurking on the pool shed roof, trying to sack one of my relatives with the skimmer. Hmm...maybe dating "the Phantom" isn't worth the dramatic introductions after all...
But really, I had some problems processing the end of the play. This could be for a number of reasons. First, I was in a seat that is more properly fitting for an Oompa Loompa. That is, if you're over 4' 5'', your knees were pushed against the seat in front of you. It's times like these I wish I were a yoga master, and could have just thrown my ankles behind my head and chilled out for 2 and a half hours. But alas, my interests lie more in the competitive snacking arena, and the yoga mastery was never meant to be.
Another reason I didn't quite get it could be due to my theatrical family history:
Dad: In the car ride home, Dad asks, "Hey, when was the half-time?" Us: "Dad, it's called intermission."
Mom: From our view in the extreme nosebleed section: "Wow girls, I just love it up here! This is our very own VIP suite!"
And so, though ending with a bit of temporary confusion (Mom and the girls clarified in the car) my evening at the theater (said in a British accent) was an all around fun time! It was fun to get snazzy and a little dressy (OK, fine the clothes weren't mine...they were Carolyn's) and spend some time with the sisters and Mom. Also making this evening all the more classier were the ziploc bags of jelly beans I brought along...cause no trip to the theater is complete without a sugary treat! Then again, what do I know? I didn't even get the ending...