How Lexie almost ended her life...
Friday night Lexie, Bekah, Amanda and I went to DC for the Keith Urban concert. Our seats were pretty good although they were in the 400 section. We were in row A so there was no one in front of us. The show was pretty good but since I am only a partial fan, unlike Lexie who knows everything about Keith Urban including how many times a day he takes a poo, I am not so honored to know that information I really only know the songs that are on the radio. Lexie can sing along to every song that was preformed at the concert. I was amazed at his talent though. I always thought that went these singers have there guitars that they do not play any of the important parts. It seems that he had a lot of guitar solos and maybe the guitar is not just for show.
Anyway, Lexie wore a jean skirt to the show. It was a little complicated getting to our seats because we were in the middle of a row and there were people nicely settled into their seats at both ends. The wall that was designed to keep people from falling over the edge of the balcony seemed low for my taste and had a little bit of glass on top of it. It didn't seem like it would be very helpful at a hockey game when a drunken 300 pound man gets into a fight over a bad play and accidentally gets pushed backwards over the kneewall. That's all I could think about all night. How does this help? Maybe I am developing a small fear of heights, I don't know but it just didn't feel very safe. And as the night went on Lexie kept leaning over the glass partition to scream her un-dieing love for Keith Urban. Keep screaming Lexie, I think he heard you!
Between the Wreckers and Keith Urban, Lexie and Bekah got out of their seats to get another beer for the 100th time. (Why don't they serve appletini's at these things? Really people, not everyone likes beer.) When they came back they decided to hop over the seats behind us instead of disturbing the people who were seated at both ends of the isle. Bekah hopped easily over the seats as she was wearing pants. Lexie, not so much. She tried several times to slowly maneuver over the seats so that she did not expose her gay pride undies to everyone in the verizon center. After a few times of trying to be graceful she finally gets one leg over the seat. Unfortunately her black slide shoe got stuck in the folding seat and she looked like a train was coming straight for her and her foot was stuck in the track. That's why you should never walk on the train tracks. I offered her my hand and she was able, after a minute, to wiggle her foot free of the track but not without falling forward. That's when my vision of the 300 pound drunk guy started. Because she almost pushed herself and me over the edge of the balcony. While the people below would have thought someone just dropped there popcorn above when Lexie landed on them it would be very different if it were me. My only hope would be that I would land on my butt which is the only part of my body that has enough cushion to let me survive such a fall. Through out the whole show all I could think about was how the kneewall should be higher and how far down the next level is. It was far.
So, if you are going to a concert don't wear a mini skirt and don't push your sister backwards with you when you finally get your shoe free from the chair. Thank you.
Anyway, Lexie wore a jean skirt to the show. It was a little complicated getting to our seats because we were in the middle of a row and there were people nicely settled into their seats at both ends. The wall that was designed to keep people from falling over the edge of the balcony seemed low for my taste and had a little bit of glass on top of it. It didn't seem like it would be very helpful at a hockey game when a drunken 300 pound man gets into a fight over a bad play and accidentally gets pushed backwards over the kneewall. That's all I could think about all night. How does this help? Maybe I am developing a small fear of heights, I don't know but it just didn't feel very safe. And as the night went on Lexie kept leaning over the glass partition to scream her un-dieing love for Keith Urban. Keep screaming Lexie, I think he heard you!
Between the Wreckers and Keith Urban, Lexie and Bekah got out of their seats to get another beer for the 100th time. (Why don't they serve appletini's at these things? Really people, not everyone likes beer.) When they came back they decided to hop over the seats behind us instead of disturbing the people who were seated at both ends of the isle. Bekah hopped easily over the seats as she was wearing pants. Lexie, not so much. She tried several times to slowly maneuver over the seats so that she did not expose her gay pride undies to everyone in the verizon center. After a few times of trying to be graceful she finally gets one leg over the seat. Unfortunately her black slide shoe got stuck in the folding seat and she looked like a train was coming straight for her and her foot was stuck in the track. That's why you should never walk on the train tracks. I offered her my hand and she was able, after a minute, to wiggle her foot free of the track but not without falling forward. That's when my vision of the 300 pound drunk guy started. Because she almost pushed herself and me over the edge of the balcony. While the people below would have thought someone just dropped there popcorn above when Lexie landed on them it would be very different if it were me. My only hope would be that I would land on my butt which is the only part of my body that has enough cushion to let me survive such a fall. Through out the whole show all I could think about was how the kneewall should be higher and how far down the next level is. It was far.
So, if you are going to a concert don't wear a mini skirt and don't push your sister backwards with you when you finally get your shoe free from the chair. Thank you.