Apr 09, 2006 01:46
Ruth, Paul, and I went to see James Blunt on Thursday. Of all the concerts I've been to, this one definitely made it into the unforgettable category--not so much because of his performance, but rather because of the audience. I have never been to a concert where the people were more rowdy. The two opening acts kind of sucked, and it too a really long time before James came out. We got there about 3 hours before the show to make sure that we would have a good spot on the floor, but it wasn't until the evening progressed that we really should have sat up in the mezzanine level--away from the crowd and chaos. We were in the second row, standing the whole time. It wasn't so bad when the opening acts were there, but once James Blunt was about to come out, then the crowd got obnoxious. I don't think there's any real concert etiquette out there, but I think it's high time for it. These people reminded me of the tourists I encountered when Paul and I were at Hong Kong Disney--no sense of respect for other people's space whatsoever. These stupid little high school girls pushed their way through to the front just behind us and started to dry hump us at the beginning of his set and thought that it was funny. I was not amused. Fortunately for them, I had toilet paper stuffed in my ears (because I had forgotten my ear plugs) so they weren't all that annoying to me. They were little bitches humping my back, nothing more, nothing less. Oh but wait, that wasn't the exciting part of the evening. So as the evening is winding down, this totally drunk woman starts pushing her way through towards the front as well, but is stopped by the equally annoying, albeit tamed, teenage girls. I'm not sure if she was trying to push her way through so much as she was so drunk that she was falling forward and couldn't really ever regain her balance. Anyhow, she kept pushing onto Paul, and Paul kept having to push her back. The teenage girls also started getting irritated and started yelling at her as well. The retard wouldn't stop pushing, so I leaned back to tell the teenage girl that now would be a good time to go crazy and jump and scream and "accidentally" step on her toes and what not. Unfortunately, it was too loud in the concert hall, and she mistook what I said as a suggestion to pour her bottle of water over the pushy woman's head; she did so without hesitation. The woman was shocked and then proceeded to throw her drink all over the teenage girl in front of me, but because of her drunken state and bad aim, got my whole back shoulder wet. One glass of alcohol wasn't enough for her though, so she took her friends glass as well and threw it at the girl, again missing, and again hitting me. The teenage girl got a little wet though and turned around and shoved the woman, then she swung and connected with the woman's face. The drunken mess of a woman fell on her ass and then tried to crawl up towards the stage only to be stopped by my friend Ruth. We helped her up, she took a couple of minutes to gather herself, then pushed the teenage girl that had shoved her, then ran away like the drunk pussy of a bitch that she was (pardon my vernacular). Audience drama aside, the concert itself was rather good. I really like James Blunt and his music. He's quite sincere and humble. One of the most memorable songs of the evening was "No Bravery". He sang it to video footage that he had personally taken when he was serving in the British army in Kosovo. He had so much passion when he sang that song, and it was absolutely wonderful to hear such authenticity and sincerity in his voice. If you haven't gotten a chance to listen to any songs in his album yet, I'd definitely recommend getting it--it gets two thumbs up from me! My personal favorites are "You're Beautiful," "Billy," and "Goodbye My Lover."
Speaking of goodbye, Paul will be leaving for LA soon. He'll be starting up with grad school at UCLA this coming fall, but he'll be going back home to LA this May so that he can start saving up money. I can't believe how quickly my time with him is dwindling. It's hard because we've never really gone a day without seeing each other, and now, the closest I'll get to him will be via the phone and aim. It's funny how we've only been together for 6 months, and yet I feel so close to him. I find myself staring at him quite often, wondering how this magnificent person could have come into my life, and how quickly the future is pulling him away from me. At night, I often find myself waking up just to watch him sleep, as if every moment my eyes are closed are the moments that I'm losing with him. I guess it's true, time stands still for no one, but I don't need time, I have love...