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Ugh. Okay. I need to get my butt in gear today. Not gonna be easy, but gotta get done.
Last night we (me, Tora, R, and C) went to a concert at Hard Rock Live. It's a yearly accoustic "jam" they do every year, and this is the first one we've gone to.
The good:
HRL is a pretty small venue, so even the "worst" seats in the house were pretty darn good. Also drinks were not prohibitively expensive (mmm, tequila sunrises...).
For the most part, the other people there were reasonably polite and not obnoxiously drunk off their asses. (See exceptions below.)
HRL is connected to the HRC, so when we were all ready to faint from hunger (didn't have time to eat before we left), we were able to grab a burger.
The not-so-good:
NO FUCKING SEATS. Well, there were seats on the second level, but those had sold out fairly quickly. And now I know why. Standing room only. WTF. Tora's knees were killing him by 10:00 and the show was only halfway over. My back was killing me, R's knees were killing him, and C's feet were doing some hearty complaining as well. We actually left before the show ended because of our aching joints and my growing hunger-headache.
The small handful of rude/stupid people were ridiculously rude and stupid. Seriously. There was one guy we'd nicknamed "Red Tide" because.... well, he was in a red shirt, but he kept shifting and inching his way across the venue. Slowly. Eventually he was on a collision path with my line of sight, and I'm sorry, that ain't gonna happen, so... I kind of arranged myself in such a way that if he tried to inch over, he'd inch INTO me. When he realized I wasn't going to budge, he and his Lilliputian wife left our area. (He was trying to get her into a spot where she could see, and while I can certainly respect that, he was a dumbass, and SHE COULD SEE PERFECTLY.) There was another guy who kept trying to push C over -- an older guy too, actually (Red Tide was likewise at least middle-aged) -- and finally she just turned around to him and said, "ENOUGH." And consequently scared him away. I heart C so much.
The HRC's quality of food has taken a seriously disappointing downturn. Not sure I'll ever go back to eat there.
However, we always have a good time whenever we hang out with R and C, and we kept each other awake on the drive home by quoting lines from our favorite stupid comedies -- here are a few I vaguely remember being tossed around (we were sooooo tired):
"Coach, it looks like I jerked off an elephant!"
"'At first -- at first I was afraid. (*pause*) I was petrified!' 'I HATE THAT SONG.'"
"Make them stop smacking their asses!"
"'Is it next to the rabbit?' 'IT IS THE RABBIT!'"
"The peril is too perilous!"
"I superglued myself to...... myself."
"It's so warm! I can taste the bubbles!"
We have such awesome friends. <3
Last night we (me, Tora, R, and C) went to a concert at Hard Rock Live. It's a yearly accoustic "jam" they do every year, and this is the first one we've gone to.
The good:
HRL is a pretty small venue, so even the "worst" seats in the house were pretty darn good. Also drinks were not prohibitively expensive (mmm, tequila sunrises...).
For the most part, the other people there were reasonably polite and not obnoxiously drunk off their asses. (See exceptions below.)
HRL is connected to the HRC, so when we were all ready to faint from hunger (didn't have time to eat before we left), we were able to grab a burger.
The not-so-good:
NO FUCKING SEATS. Well, there were seats on the second level, but those had sold out fairly quickly. And now I know why. Standing room only. WTF. Tora's knees were killing him by 10:00 and the show was only halfway over. My back was killing me, R's knees were killing him, and C's feet were doing some hearty complaining as well. We actually left before the show ended because of our aching joints and my growing hunger-headache.
The small handful of rude/stupid people were ridiculously rude and stupid. Seriously. There was one guy we'd nicknamed "Red Tide" because.... well, he was in a red shirt, but he kept shifting and inching his way across the venue. Slowly. Eventually he was on a collision path with my line of sight, and I'm sorry, that ain't gonna happen, so... I kind of arranged myself in such a way that if he tried to inch over, he'd inch INTO me. When he realized I wasn't going to budge, he and his Lilliputian wife left our area. (He was trying to get her into a spot where she could see, and while I can certainly respect that, he was a dumbass, and SHE COULD SEE PERFECTLY.) There was another guy who kept trying to push C over -- an older guy too, actually (Red Tide was likewise at least middle-aged) -- and finally she just turned around to him and said, "ENOUGH." And consequently scared him away. I heart C so much.
The HRC's quality of food has taken a seriously disappointing downturn. Not sure I'll ever go back to eat there.
However, we always have a good time whenever we hang out with R and C, and we kept each other awake on the drive home by quoting lines from our favorite stupid comedies -- here are a few I vaguely remember being tossed around (we were sooooo tired):
"Coach, it looks like I jerked off an elephant!"
"'At first -- at first I was afraid. (*pause*) I was petrified!' 'I HATE THAT SONG.'"
"Make them stop smacking their asses!"
"'Is it next to the rabbit?' 'IT IS THE RABBIT!'"
"The peril is too perilous!"
"I superglued myself to...... myself."
"It's so warm! I can taste the bubbles!"
We have such awesome friends. <3
