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A Brand New (Geriatric) Love Affair
I know I talk a lot about being old here. Most of the time it's just me whining about being tired and not altogether crazy about the bar scene and how much I love my coin collection and stuff. However, this weekend I had a revelation. I am. indeed. getting old. It was shocking. There I was in this college gymnasium with approximately 800 college students and there were only about 6 that I didn't want to kick repeatedly. I elbowed a kid in the back because he kept booing at the opening act. A band that I, for one, rather like. Plus - that's just bad manners, fucking punk. (And believe me, the minute the word "manners" popped into my head, I knew that I had officially crossed over that child/adult line) And you know that kid is going to be all "I saw those guys before they were huge" about this band if they ever make it big. YEAH you did, jackass, and you booed your way through their performance - making clever and witty comments like "OH! HOW MANY SONGS DO YOU HAVE ON THE RADIO? NONE!! BOOOO!!" Do I even have to comment on the absolute stupidity of that "burn"? Yeah, that's the kid I elbowed in the back. Then there were the two girls I pushed from behind. They were unbelievably intoxicated and incredibly annoying. I think one of them was humping my leg at one point. The other one was grinding into me from the front. I felt like the star of some really bad soft core porn movie. So I pushed them. They laughed. It became a fun game right up until random drunk boys came and dragged them up to the front of the crowd. A little while later I had to tell a "chipster" to shut up. He was booing the opening act, right in my ear. Seriously. Shut up. Is this your first concert ever? So. Needless to say I was exhausted by the time the whole thing was over. Damn kids. All that aside though? The concert was incredible. This is the third time I've seen the Counting Crows live and every time they're better than they were the time before. We were about 8 feet from the stage - which is the closest I've ever been to the stage at ANY concert ever. My sister had warned me that the college couldn't afford to pay the CC asking price, so be prepared for less than a full set. Instead? They played for almost 2 hours, I swear. Adam Duritz was in a crazy good mood and he was riffing all over the place. They brought Blue Merle out for Rain King and it was just so...so good. I'm still buzzing from it. Man. That was such good times. $20, y'all. Counting Crows are my heroes for the week. *************************************** To all of my friends who may have it in the back of their heads to set me up with someone wonderful. It has come to my attention that y'all may need some clarification as to what "my type" involves. While I am generally open to just about anyone - and have never actually DATED anyone who falls into the category of "my type" there are some guidelines that you'd do well to follow. I'd like to thank my friend Sarah for bringing this to my attention this weekend. Updated criteria include: *No fetal alcohol syndrome. *No body types that can only accurately be described as "square." (Like the lego men in that one Dire Straits Video) *No unibrows. That concludes this update to my criteria. That is all. ************************************** Reading: Time Magazine - and now - PEOPLE magazine. Yippee! Recently Saw: See above (The Counting Crows Concert) and also - Stealing Harvard which is a horrible movie. Boo!
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