"Unwritten Law + WTF" or "Attack of the Assgrabber" or "She Bit my Fucking Arm"
Just got back from the most bizarre concert ever.
It was Unwritten Law, which, I think, would normally be good (don't know first hand being that this was my first UL concert)
But this was some weird shit, and I blame Anaheim and Downtown Disney for attracting the most helplessly psychotic people to their venue, HoB. (Which I now, for the first time realize is a crappy venue which sucks ass). You're probably thinking "what happened?"
Well, we get there fairly late, so the first opening band has already played, and the second comes on shortly after we get there. At first things seem pretty normal -- people trying to squeeze by, the bartenders being lazy and ignoring people waiting to buy the criminally overpriced drinks... nothing unexpected. Lorena and I finally get our drinks and are watching the stupid opening band play. The people next to us are being kinda crazy, but hey whatever.
Then it happens. Nerves in my ass send my brain the distinct signals indicating that my ass has been grabbed. I've heard this happens to women at concerts, but being male, have never experienced it myself. This was an ass grabbing with fingers and all -- clearly intentional. I wheel around and catch the culprit in the act, as he tries to point to the drunk and disorderly girl next to him in a futile attempt to deflect the blame.
So, of course, hoping to derail future assgrabbing attempts (these guys are laughing it up by the way, and the afforementioned girl as well), I face off to Mr. A. Hole Assgrabber, and tell him to cut that shit out, fuck off, etc. Mr. A Hole Assgrabber, along with Mr. Dumb Ass Friend are very apologetic, though they can't stop laughing. They seem to have realized that they went too far, and also seem not to care too much, so long as I don't call security over.
Now things really get weird -- during the staredown + profuse apologies, the afforementioned drunk and disorderly girl starts gnawing on my arm.
Maybe you think you misread that last sentence, let me repeat. The crazy bitch starts biting my fucking arm. Whoa!
So I turn on her, and I can see the fear in her eyes as I tell her to cut it out. She, wasted as she is, knows she's made a mistake -- gone to far. It was like talking sternly to somebody elses child, making them understand that it is explicitly not ok to throw rocks at cars, for example. "No! Don't do that! Its not OK to bite strangers, got it?" I think some other friend of hers lectured her to that extent a moment later.
The strangeness, unfortunately, put a real damper on the whole concert. It was OK, but would have been more fun without the chance encounter with the deranged.
Justin out.
It was Unwritten Law, which, I think, would normally be good (don't know first hand being that this was my first UL concert)
But this was some weird shit, and I blame Anaheim and Downtown Disney for attracting the most helplessly psychotic people to their venue, HoB. (Which I now, for the first time realize is a crappy venue which sucks ass). You're probably thinking "what happened?"
Well, we get there fairly late, so the first opening band has already played, and the second comes on shortly after we get there. At first things seem pretty normal -- people trying to squeeze by, the bartenders being lazy and ignoring people waiting to buy the criminally overpriced drinks... nothing unexpected. Lorena and I finally get our drinks and are watching the stupid opening band play. The people next to us are being kinda crazy, but hey whatever.
Then it happens. Nerves in my ass send my brain the distinct signals indicating that my ass has been grabbed. I've heard this happens to women at concerts, but being male, have never experienced it myself. This was an ass grabbing with fingers and all -- clearly intentional. I wheel around and catch the culprit in the act, as he tries to point to the drunk and disorderly girl next to him in a futile attempt to deflect the blame.
So, of course, hoping to derail future assgrabbing attempts (these guys are laughing it up by the way, and the afforementioned girl as well), I face off to Mr. A. Hole Assgrabber, and tell him to cut that shit out, fuck off, etc. Mr. A Hole Assgrabber, along with Mr. Dumb Ass Friend are very apologetic, though they can't stop laughing. They seem to have realized that they went too far, and also seem not to care too much, so long as I don't call security over.
Now things really get weird -- during the staredown + profuse apologies, the afforementioned drunk and disorderly girl starts gnawing on my arm.
Maybe you think you misread that last sentence, let me repeat. The crazy bitch starts biting my fucking arm. Whoa!
So I turn on her, and I can see the fear in her eyes as I tell her to cut it out. She, wasted as she is, knows she's made a mistake -- gone to far. It was like talking sternly to somebody elses child, making them understand that it is explicitly not ok to throw rocks at cars, for example. "No! Don't do that! Its not OK to bite strangers, got it?" I think some other friend of hers lectured her to that extent a moment later.
The strangeness, unfortunately, put a real damper on the whole concert. It was OK, but would have been more fun without the chance encounter with the deranged.
Justin out.