Thursday, July 10, 2008

Concert Crowds

OMG So I went to a Journey concert last night and it was GREAT!!! And the new singer is pretty good. Short, but good. And I don’t care what Nan says, he’s not that bad to look at. I had a really great time. The only thing that I hate about concerts are the crowds.
OK, so here is how it started out, we got let into the main gate, but we weren’t let into the amphitheater for like another half hour. Why? Hell if I know, but my theory is so that the staff could laugh at us standing around like cattle. And that is what I felt like. It was clear that the crowd was not moving, so what did the people in back do? Start pushing. Like that is going to make things move… And I have to say that they weren’t any better at the end of the concert when everyone was leaving. And did they get where they were going any quicker? No. All that they succeeded in doing was pissing off the people in front of them that they were pushing who were in turn pushing the people in front of them. And some ass hole was smoking in the middle of all of that. Like sure, I’d love to have your red hot ashes on my bear skin, what the hell. I could always use another scar, I don’t have nearly enough self esteem problems as it is, so let’s just add one more!!!!
OK, but here’s the kicker … You are going to hear me say more than once in this blog that there are some people who should just not be wearing some outfits. For example, if you are a woman over 25 you should not wear an outfit that exposes more than an inch or so of your mid-drift because you just look like you are competing with your 15 year old neighbor. If you are a man and you have a hairy back and shoulders, PUT ON A FUCKING SHIRT!!! No one wants to see your gorilla arms and beer gut hanging out of your wifebeater shirt!!!! If you are a man you should NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER wear a Speedo unless you are a professional swimmer, and then only for competitions and practice. Women, if you have a “muffin top” BUY BIGGER JEANS or don’t wear hip huggers, you look like an idiot. No one should ever wear more makeup than Tammy Fay. 1982 called, and it wants its mullet back!!!!!! Women, if you are over 35 and wearing a mini skirt you’d better not have any cottage cheese showing, it’s trashy. Now having said all of that (and believe me, there is more, but who has that much time or space???)… There was a woman about 25 yards away from us who was EAISLY in her 50’s wearing a halter top that was CLEARLY made for someone half her age who has fake boobs because there is no way to wear a bra with this thing and look good (BTW Ladies, showing your bra straps just makes you look like a $2 whore, so unless you are charging, COVER THEM THE FUCK UP, and Moms, why do you let your daughters out of the house looking like that????? Do you want to be a grandmother before you are 40????? Seriously, don't start bitching when your 11-year-old is out having sex because you let her dress like a slut, it's not like the Mom's and Dad's out there are setting examples on how their kids should act anymore... But I digress...). And of course the woman was not wearing one. As if that was not bad enough, the damn top kept moving around and her old, flat, floppy, saggy, pancake titties kept hanging out!!!!! I swear I thought I was going to go blind!!! I almost puked on the chick in front of me. Of course, that may have put out her cigarette that she kept blowing the smoke from in my face… It was just GROSS!!! Thankfully it got dark quick and I couldn’t see her anymore!!!
And don’t even get me started on the price of the food and drinks! Thankfully I was able to take in my water bottle because it wasn’t open yet. I bought ONE drink and it was $8. Parking was $15. I didn’t even look at the food or t-shirts or anything like that. I am unemployed after all. But at least I didn’t have to pay for the ticket. And like I said, a good time was had by all. It would have been better if it had been a small band at a club or something though. I think I’ll stick to that. Cheaper and more fun. Speaking of which, I think I’ll see when/where my neighbor is playing next…