hrmm
firstly, if some random pictures of me end up on the internet in which i'm at a concert with my girlfriend, michelle... well... they're pictures that probably should not have been taken in the first place, but michelle and i didn't quite know what to say. the point is, well, i don't know really what the point is, but there could be pictures (very clean ones, by the way) of me perchance with fallacious (that's for you, jenn!) statements.
so let's start at the beginning. i went to a concert yesterday... it was an all-day thing, but my friend, michelle, and i went for the last 3 acts: breaking benjamin, three days grace, and staind. actually, we only really wanted to see breaking benjamin, but we decided to hang around for the other 2 because we paid good money ($13) for our tickets, and by God we would see the headliners!
we're chilling on our blanket, talking about how creepy guys always tend to hit on michelle, when mr. case-in-point comes to talk to us. the man says his name is jason, and wants to know if we'd like a beer... he said something about having an extra one because his brother didn't want it, etc... we tell him, 'no thanks,' and he starts a polite little conversation. asks about where we're from, and eventually if michelle and i are friends. michelle answers,
"we're friends, but not 'friends' friends." he says that's cool and goes away.
he comes back later and asks if he can take a picture with us. our fatal mistake... we said yes... but what could 1 picture hurt? so we took a picture, he went away again, but sometime during staind he comes back and talks to michelle about pretty much everything under the sun, asks for her number (quite determinedly and repeatedly), and only leaves after about half the set when he realized that he wasn't getting anywhere with her. and of course this is after he asks me, "Why is she being mean?" to which i answered, "probably because you pissed her off." and then there were some more words to michelle about whether or not he pissed her off and then he really went away. oh.. but not before he told me that i shouldn't be scared of him because he was part indian... i'm assuming native american, but i don't really know.
now here's the thing... and admittedly "jason" was probably very drunk... but how can you expect a girl to give you her number when 1)you met her without your shirt on, 2)you asked for her number after learning only that her name was michelle, that she was from new jersey, and that she liked disturbed, 3)you talked to her about your wife and children, 4)you burned her with your cigarette ashes, and 5)you told her that you only had a business number and that you could call her from your business number but she couldn't call you? and that's only what i overheard.
at any rate... i've learned a couple valuable lessons: i need to learn how to fend off drunken idiots away from myself as well as my friends, because i was clueless about what to do apart from being nice and hoping he would go away. or, in lieu of learning how to fend off idiots for myself, i need to be with someone (preferably male), at such events, who knows how to fend off idiots.
apart from that brand of entertainment, the concert was pretty good. the bands played the songs they released, so i could sing along to some of the songs, which was nice. staind covered "comfortably numb", three days grace covered some chris isaak song (which totally sounded better than the original) and managed to interpolate "hey man nice shot" into their final song. thankfully, no drunken 16 year-olds or people having butt sex at this concert... or at least not in my vision. i had one of those overpriced, under-alcohol-ed, frozen beverages in a tall glass. all-in-all a lot of fun. and the best part is, we didn't sit in traffic for more than 15 minutes =)
happy sunday, folks!
-s
so let's start at the beginning. i went to a concert yesterday... it was an all-day thing, but my friend, michelle, and i went for the last 3 acts: breaking benjamin, three days grace, and staind. actually, we only really wanted to see breaking benjamin, but we decided to hang around for the other 2 because we paid good money ($13) for our tickets, and by God we would see the headliners!
we're chilling on our blanket, talking about how creepy guys always tend to hit on michelle, when mr. case-in-point comes to talk to us. the man says his name is jason, and wants to know if we'd like a beer... he said something about having an extra one because his brother didn't want it, etc... we tell him, 'no thanks,' and he starts a polite little conversation. asks about where we're from, and eventually if michelle and i are friends. michelle answers,
"we're friends, but not 'friends' friends." he says that's cool and goes away.
he comes back later and asks if he can take a picture with us. our fatal mistake... we said yes... but what could 1 picture hurt? so we took a picture, he went away again, but sometime during staind he comes back and talks to michelle about pretty much everything under the sun, asks for her number (quite determinedly and repeatedly), and only leaves after about half the set when he realized that he wasn't getting anywhere with her. and of course this is after he asks me, "Why is she being mean?" to which i answered, "probably because you pissed her off." and then there were some more words to michelle about whether or not he pissed her off and then he really went away. oh.. but not before he told me that i shouldn't be scared of him because he was part indian... i'm assuming native american, but i don't really know.
now here's the thing... and admittedly "jason" was probably very drunk... but how can you expect a girl to give you her number when 1)you met her without your shirt on, 2)you asked for her number after learning only that her name was michelle, that she was from new jersey, and that she liked disturbed, 3)you talked to her about your wife and children, 4)you burned her with your cigarette ashes, and 5)you told her that you only had a business number and that you could call her from your business number but she couldn't call you? and that's only what i overheard.
at any rate... i've learned a couple valuable lessons: i need to learn how to fend off drunken idiots away from myself as well as my friends, because i was clueless about what to do apart from being nice and hoping he would go away. or, in lieu of learning how to fend off idiots for myself, i need to be with someone (preferably male), at such events, who knows how to fend off idiots.
apart from that brand of entertainment, the concert was pretty good. the bands played the songs they released, so i could sing along to some of the songs, which was nice. staind covered "comfortably numb", three days grace covered some chris isaak song (which totally sounded better than the original) and managed to interpolate "hey man nice shot" into their final song. thankfully, no drunken 16 year-olds or people having butt sex at this concert... or at least not in my vision. i had one of those overpriced, under-alcohol-ed, frozen beverages in a tall glass. all-in-all a lot of fun. and the best part is, we didn't sit in traffic for more than 15 minutes =)
happy sunday, folks!
-s