I think I'm worn out today. B and I went to a concert last night. We saw John Fogerty, and we ROCKED. The music was fabulous--all of the old Creedence stuff and some of his newer stuff. All in all, a fun time was had by all.
Except for the drunken baboons in front of us, who refused to sit down. Nothing the security staff could do--apparently they're within their rights to stand the whole time if they want to. It would have been the courteous thing to do, but courtesy flies out the window when you drink enough beer. I was torn between laughing at them and wanting to go pinch their butts to get them to sit down. More than once I wished I was proficient with a sling shot.
I love to people-watch at these things. All ages, and all styles of dress. Lots of old hippies--that was fun. And I could have sworn I caught a hint of the sweet smell of marijuana wafting in the air. Some of the older people wore ear plugs. I think they must sell them at the concession stand.
Every now and then I need to go and hear some loud, live music. It just makes me happy, and I had been thinking I was overdue for my fix.
If you comment, you'll have to type loud. My ears are still ringing...
