concerts are risky business
Hey all...so, last week i saw the RxBandits in the Union. It was just Erin and I and we had a good time, the band was awesome. I only knew a few of their songs from back in the day when i would download music off of napster with my trusty dial-up connection. ooooh nostalgia. as ordered by lindsay, i continued the tradition of 'calling boys' while i was there, two of which ended up being in the band! unfortunately they are most definitely drug-addicted-hippie-liberals and i could never date them. i have limited myself to only considering boys who are drug-addicted-hippie-conservatives, and let me tell you, they're harder to find.
the only complaint i had that night was with the girl directly in front of me. now, i don't mind if people dance, but this girl was not keeping to the code. and it's not even a STRICT code, more like dancing guidelines. as common courtesy to other concert goers, one should make sure that no matter how into the music they are, they never move more than 3 inches from their central position. this is enough room to "break it down now," yet constricted enough that they're not invading another person's personal zone. we were all pretty close together and this girl was all over the place with arms up and out, waving around and stepping on our poor feet. PLUS, her ponytail was poking everyone in the eye. usually a pretty relaxed person, this girl made me want to stick my arm straight out in front of me and move it forcefully to the side, violently knocking her down and hopefully giving her a mild concussion. that would have taught her a lesson, a dancing lesson. however, i resisted the urge to educate, but only because the RxBandits told me that i shouldn't listen to the politicians and start wars, but love and hug everyone that i see.
oh yeah, erin and i also went backpacking this weekend in kissimmi state park. here are two haikus we wrote on saturday night.
the sky is pitch black,
rustling scares us to death.
what the hell is that?
and...
coons, armadillos
oh please won't you go away?
die, sons of bitches.
yeah, we were definitely getting freaked out by the unidentified animal that was trying to dig it's way into my side of the tent and eat me alive. but we made it through and all was good. oh how i love the great outdoors! PEACE
Emily
the only complaint i had that night was with the girl directly in front of me. now, i don't mind if people dance, but this girl was not keeping to the code. and it's not even a STRICT code, more like dancing guidelines. as common courtesy to other concert goers, one should make sure that no matter how into the music they are, they never move more than 3 inches from their central position. this is enough room to "break it down now," yet constricted enough that they're not invading another person's personal zone. we were all pretty close together and this girl was all over the place with arms up and out, waving around and stepping on our poor feet. PLUS, her ponytail was poking everyone in the eye. usually a pretty relaxed person, this girl made me want to stick my arm straight out in front of me and move it forcefully to the side, violently knocking her down and hopefully giving her a mild concussion. that would have taught her a lesson, a dancing lesson. however, i resisted the urge to educate, but only because the RxBandits told me that i shouldn't listen to the politicians and start wars, but love and hug everyone that i see.
oh yeah, erin and i also went backpacking this weekend in kissimmi state park. here are two haikus we wrote on saturday night.
the sky is pitch black,
rustling scares us to death.
what the hell is that?
and...
coons, armadillos
oh please won't you go away?
die, sons of bitches.
yeah, we were definitely getting freaked out by the unidentified animal that was trying to dig it's way into my side of the tent and eat me alive. but we made it through and all was good. oh how i love the great outdoors! PEACE
Emily