river stages part 1
why do i always forget how much i hate these kind of shows until i get there? these kinds of concerts turn me into the biggest bitch alive & make me realize how much i hate the human race. why do so many girls try to dress like paris hilton? if i saw one pleated or ruffled pink miniskirt last night, i saw a million. girls, these weren't flattering in the mid 80's & they just look stupid dated now.
joe went with us & drove over to the colesium (fucking $10 parking - wtf??) & he had to park as far away from the bridge entrance as possible so no one would ding his truck. i was starving & had whitt's bbq on the brain. i talked to a cop who was actually really cute - who knew there were cute cops? anyway, we get the whitt's & the $7 beers & wait for wyclef to start. we walked around & the place was swarming with idiots. the fucking army had a recruitment tent set up - booo! i did see one of my dearest friends from high school - doobie! doobie was the ultimate cool dude & he's still a cool dude. he is getting his art out (i forget where - smoking pot is so bad for the memory) & still has his frame shop in murfreesboro. so then it's almost time for wyclef - i was looking forward to seeing him & we had a great spot near the front until the fat ass jarhead decided he would stand right the fuck in front of me. i had to move slightly & had to share space with these idiots 14 year olds. one of them bummed a cig from some girl & he was smoking it like it was a joint! of course i made fun of him & he heard. then his gross friend kept leaning his head back into my tits. i shoved him & called him a fucking jew (he was a jew & ben says i'm a racist shit who is going to hell) but fuck, man, quit touching me!!!!!!! wyclef comes out after his dj plays a medley of current hits - of course fucking "yeah" usher & the crowd goes wild. wyclef SUCKED. he pretty much played a cabaret las vegas show & even sang "blue suede shoes" - huh?? at that point we left & went to hang out & wait for the fighters of foo.
joe is so damn paranoid trying to stake out dope smoking places. oh on that note, during wyclef, some frat daddies were burning one & these old people beside us were OUTRAGED! i laughed. they were fanning the smoke away!! anyway, we went down by the river & then sat around & listened to fuel who is one of the most shitty bands around - but they sounded decent. joe went & got him & ben jd & coke & it ended up being basically jack daniels straight up. yuck. they kept wanting me to drink some but my stomach was ickky from so much draft beer & not enough food. we got a super spot for the foo fighters & there was these 2 cops & some guy with a flashlight around these 3 guys - i was all excited that we were going to see a drug bust, but it ended up being a guy with some foot injury. blah.
the foo fighters finally came out & i had the most fun dancing & whooping it up with these crazy redneck dudes - no joke. ben & joe were all fucked up with their jd/pot buzz sitting down. i wish the foo fighters had played longer - that's another problem i have with these festivals. i thought they were great - ben thought they were cheesy - he hates "monkey wrench" & "everlong" which i LOVE! ben is too cool for the foo. anyway, it ended up being worth dealing with shitty people.
funniest story - i was standing waiting for the foo fighters with a beer in each hand when some kid comes up to me & says "are you a teacher?" i was like who the fuck is this but said yes & he said that he goes to sycamore. i've never seen him before in my life, but his name is brandon & now this kid thinks i'm a crazy drunk. oh well, c'est la vie.
creepiest story - i saw wyclef jean getting a henna tattoo & said hello & he was a total ass - hey wyclef YOU SUCK!
joe went with us & drove over to the colesium (fucking $10 parking - wtf??) & he had to park as far away from the bridge entrance as possible so no one would ding his truck. i was starving & had whitt's bbq on the brain. i talked to a cop who was actually really cute - who knew there were cute cops? anyway, we get the whitt's & the $7 beers & wait for wyclef to start. we walked around & the place was swarming with idiots. the fucking army had a recruitment tent set up - booo! i did see one of my dearest friends from high school - doobie! doobie was the ultimate cool dude & he's still a cool dude. he is getting his art out (i forget where - smoking pot is so bad for the memory) & still has his frame shop in murfreesboro. so then it's almost time for wyclef - i was looking forward to seeing him & we had a great spot near the front until the fat ass jarhead decided he would stand right the fuck in front of me. i had to move slightly & had to share space with these idiots 14 year olds. one of them bummed a cig from some girl & he was smoking it like it was a joint! of course i made fun of him & he heard. then his gross friend kept leaning his head back into my tits. i shoved him & called him a fucking jew (he was a jew & ben says i'm a racist shit who is going to hell) but fuck, man, quit touching me!!!!!!! wyclef comes out after his dj plays a medley of current hits - of course fucking "yeah" usher & the crowd goes wild. wyclef SUCKED. he pretty much played a cabaret las vegas show & even sang "blue suede shoes" - huh?? at that point we left & went to hang out & wait for the fighters of foo.
joe is so damn paranoid trying to stake out dope smoking places. oh on that note, during wyclef, some frat daddies were burning one & these old people beside us were OUTRAGED! i laughed. they were fanning the smoke away!! anyway, we went down by the river & then sat around & listened to fuel who is one of the most shitty bands around - but they sounded decent. joe went & got him & ben jd & coke & it ended up being basically jack daniels straight up. yuck. they kept wanting me to drink some but my stomach was ickky from so much draft beer & not enough food. we got a super spot for the foo fighters & there was these 2 cops & some guy with a flashlight around these 3 guys - i was all excited that we were going to see a drug bust, but it ended up being a guy with some foot injury. blah.
the foo fighters finally came out & i had the most fun dancing & whooping it up with these crazy redneck dudes - no joke. ben & joe were all fucked up with their jd/pot buzz sitting down. i wish the foo fighters had played longer - that's another problem i have with these festivals. i thought they were great - ben thought they were cheesy - he hates "monkey wrench" & "everlong" which i LOVE! ben is too cool for the foo. anyway, it ended up being worth dealing with shitty people.
funniest story - i was standing waiting for the foo fighters with a beer in each hand when some kid comes up to me & says "are you a teacher?" i was like who the fuck is this but said yes & he said that he goes to sycamore. i've never seen him before in my life, but his name is brandon & now this kid thinks i'm a crazy drunk. oh well, c'est la vie.
creepiest story - i saw wyclef jean getting a henna tattoo & said hello & he was a total ass - hey wyclef YOU SUCK!