cloud cult-ed
So I went to a concert all by myself last night. I know! I'm such a big girl now! It was an 18+ show. I don't remember the last show I've been to where people sit on the floor in front of the stage during the opening bands. It's been long enough that I forgot this occurs. Oh kids... you're so cute.
Alright. I know drinking PBR is sooo indie/emo/whatever... but if you're on tour with a band, give it up. You're in Madison, Wi for fucks sake. We have good beer here! Get over yourself and try it! I don't know, for some reason that bothered me last night.
I ended up standing near the stage surrounded by a group of underage boys. They smuggled cans of Miller High Life into the show. Some dude offered me a drink. mmmm... warm miller high life from your pocket... how can I resist? ...no, really, I resisted. I was also invited to their house party after the show. Really? How young do I actually look? ...yeah, I resisted that too.
It was fun observing this group of young men. They were all Superbad in love... all dancing with their arms around each other and singing to one another. It made me wonder how much longer they will feel comfortable doing this. My friends won't even sit by each other in the backseat of a car without a girl in between them because their legs might touch and "that's gay."
I suppose I should clean the house now.
I also suppose we should host some sort of bbq/bonfire/outdoor game action tomorrow, being that it's Labor Day and all. So come on over and we'll do those things.
Alright. I know drinking PBR is sooo indie/emo/whatever... but if you're on tour with a band, give it up. You're in Madison, Wi for fucks sake. We have good beer here! Get over yourself and try it! I don't know, for some reason that bothered me last night.
I ended up standing near the stage surrounded by a group of underage boys. They smuggled cans of Miller High Life into the show. Some dude offered me a drink. mmmm... warm miller high life from your pocket... how can I resist? ...no, really, I resisted. I was also invited to their house party after the show. Really? How young do I actually look? ...yeah, I resisted that too.
It was fun observing this group of young men. They were all Superbad in love... all dancing with their arms around each other and singing to one another. It made me wonder how much longer they will feel comfortable doing this. My friends won't even sit by each other in the backseat of a car without a girl in between them because their legs might touch and "that's gay."
I suppose I should clean the house now.
I also suppose we should host some sort of bbq/bonfire/outdoor game action tomorrow, being that it's Labor Day and all. So come on over and we'll do those things.