My theatre company ALWAYS goes to get ice cream at 31 Flavors after every opening weekend show, and after Les Mis, we went in, lovely ladies in full prostitute makeup, the poor/barricade boys with dirt all over their faces, and me, Eponine, with blood all over myself from my blood pack. Needless to say we started singing "Master of the House", and were asked to leave, because some lady complained we were scaring her kids. Whoops. // Hahahah! That is awesome!