Blah, bored, but last night was fun
So yesterday my dear wife took me on a mysterious trip....well...mysterious in that I wasn't told where we were going - just that I had to take a 1/2 day off at least.
We wound up in:
Atlantic City, NJ.
Hmmm...for someone who doesn't gamble I was at least a little curious as to what we were going to see. Internally I guessed either a concert or perhaps something like a showing of Cirque.
We wandered around for an hour or two, and I was able to gather a few insights:
1. Boardwalks in beachtowns are filled with the same junk no matter if you're in North Carolina, South Carolina, Maine or New Jersey...gods, all the trashy junk.
2. Atlantic City seems to run on Old People, Fat People, and Asian People.
3. Casinos are just as noisy and ultimately boring to me as I expected.
Anyway, the city atmosphere itself was, in my opinion, kinda lame, pathetic and unhappy.
BUT:
My darling took me to see Weird Al in concert.
Hell yeah. Two hours and twenty minutes of geeky goodness. We were up fairly close to the stage and there were people all around us. I must admit that I was surprised at how many women were in the crowd - and that many of them not only didn't look anything like geeks, but also knew the lyrics to the songs too!
Overall a fun trip, even though I didn't care for the city. We drove home after the show and got back home about midnight. I was able to play some Final Fantasy Tactics A2 and then drift off to dreamy dream land - where some very weird dreams occurred.
Weird Al in concert was a trip; all the costume changes and the energy he put out. How can a man look hardcore while playing an accordion? And lords do I hope that I age as well as that man has. He isn't a spring chicken (according to my 55-year old jewish boss), and he was moving around more energetically then many twenty-somethings I know. I wonder if he has a Wii fit. Best costume of the night? Hard to say, but his fat suit where he looked like he did in his old video (even though this was live) was certainly impressive.
Anyway, bored now, back to work.
Joe
The Bjeorn
The Creature
He Who Must Not Be Named
It
A Problem Person
We wound up in:
Atlantic City, NJ.
Hmmm...for someone who doesn't gamble I was at least a little curious as to what we were going to see. Internally I guessed either a concert or perhaps something like a showing of Cirque.
We wandered around for an hour or two, and I was able to gather a few insights:
1. Boardwalks in beachtowns are filled with the same junk no matter if you're in North Carolina, South Carolina, Maine or New Jersey...gods, all the trashy junk.
2. Atlantic City seems to run on Old People, Fat People, and Asian People.
3. Casinos are just as noisy and ultimately boring to me as I expected.
Anyway, the city atmosphere itself was, in my opinion, kinda lame, pathetic and unhappy.
BUT:
My darling took me to see Weird Al in concert.
Hell yeah. Two hours and twenty minutes of geeky goodness. We were up fairly close to the stage and there were people all around us. I must admit that I was surprised at how many women were in the crowd - and that many of them not only didn't look anything like geeks, but also knew the lyrics to the songs too!
Overall a fun trip, even though I didn't care for the city. We drove home after the show and got back home about midnight. I was able to play some Final Fantasy Tactics A2 and then drift off to dreamy dream land - where some very weird dreams occurred.
Weird Al in concert was a trip; all the costume changes and the energy he put out. How can a man look hardcore while playing an accordion? And lords do I hope that I age as well as that man has. He isn't a spring chicken (according to my 55-year old jewish boss), and he was moving around more energetically then many twenty-somethings I know. I wonder if he has a Wii fit. Best costume of the night? Hard to say, but his fat suit where he looked like he did in his old video (even though this was live) was certainly impressive.
Anyway, bored now, back to work.
Joe
The Bjeorn
The Creature
He Who Must Not Be Named
It
A Problem Person