so i went to a concert tonight - small venue, maybe 800 ppl or so? a nice theatre with great sound. 2 chartopping bands from my highschool days (yes - way back 80's tracks.. lots of hair.. you get the picture?).
the concert was in another city so we decided to go early, get parking, have some dinner... drinks? yes, of course drinks. we hit this pub close to where we need to be get menus and order drinks - i was killer thirsty and downed that baby in 2 sips (in my defence it was a VERY short drink). the place is packed with concert goers (including one chick who i swear hadn't changed her hairstyle since she danced her acid washed jordache ass off at her junior prom... actually now that i think about it, there was enough hairspray in that bleached out mane that its possible it was actually still styled from that night?!). we check the time and decide that food is probably not going to be a possibility with the slow service and continuous stream of pub crawlers. next stop liquor store.
with nothing in me other than the vodka appetizer i had at the pub (mixed with juice tho - so a bit of nutrition folks!), i dont suppose fireball (cinnamon whiskey for those who dont know) was the best choice for a main course. we sit in our car with our music blaring drinking straight from the bottle still wrapped in its paper bag... (thats a sad little image right there, no?). we watch as people hurry past trying to get there before the show... i convince my crew to chill for a bit, listen to some more music, have a few more sips... our seats arent going anywhere.
we get inside just as the opening act is walking to the stage. its dark and we have never been to this theatre. KILLER seats (not that we actually needed the seats.. more on that later) and the sound is amazing. i am ready to completely rock out and hope the people behind us are too. the first group plays all the crowd favorites, mixed with a few new tracks and the odd b side. i scream and jump and dance and sing... i am SO transported back to memories of riding the bus with my cereal box sized sony walkman, drowning in the ballads as i stare at the back of that cute cute boy's head. to electric blue mascara and tapered jeans (ok.. i didnt say all GOOD memories). i am so feeling the music.. its incredible, all these people behind me and not many in front. i kinda feel like its my own personal show...
WAIT! it IS my own personal show!
what the hell is this? i bet as soon as you bought your ticket you dug out your old cassettes and started listening. i bet you laughed at the memories of having their posters on your bedroom walls. i bet you told everyone you were going to see these guys. i bet you paid through the nose for a sitter and maybe even took tomorrow off work. why are you sitting on your ass? yes friends, my girlfriend and i were the ONLY people dancing. whatEVER. whatthefuckever. this is a rock concert. get over it. we go nuts.
you can tell the band is disappointed in the crowd. at one point they actually sit down. (i am SO glad i dont live there!!), we try to make up for it. we manage to get the girls in front of us to dance too, but only for one song. these guys play an unreal set. we are so feeling it. they finish with my favorite song and i sing so loud i am sure they could hear me in the balcony. the band thanks us (yes, really!) and there is a break before the next group takes the stage.
i need water and air. we go outside. people comment to us about how much fun we seem to be having. hello? SEEM to be? yes ladies and gentlemen this IS fun... try it, you know you want to.
the evening progressed with little more to tell, other than we managed to collect a few willing participants and make our way to the front of the stage where there was more room to dance. i found my spot, right in front of the speakers. i just let the music take over from there. nothing like live music. nothing. (how can people not dance?!!)
the final song is a huge hit which brings the people to their feet. too little too late. i look out at them, they 'seem to be having fun'. bet you wish you woulda stood up 2 hours ago...suckas!
i am home now. i am dehydrated. i am sore. my legs feel like jelly and my ears are plugged. my throat hurts and my mascara has melted. but i promise you that i had more fun that anyone else in that theatre. anyone.
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