last night i went to see the shins and white stripes in concert. simple review - fucking amazing. when they played jolene, well, i know ill never experience such an amazing moment live like that again.
being sober at a concert full of drunks, well, i have lots of rants about people last night. so lets do this craigslist style.
to the girl sitting on her boyfriends shoulders so she could see
yes, I know it is hard to see in a general admission when you are short. but its even harder to see when you have some idiot sitting on her boyfriends shoulders so she can see. i gave you 3 songs like that. the look of shock on your face when i told you people cant see behind you baffled me. maybe the lack of oxygen way up there got to you. youre lucky i was sober cause its safe to say that if i wasnt, instead of coming over to deliver the message, it would have come by means of a flying soda bottle.
to the drunken couple with their own personal dance floor
yes, we get it. youre drunk. yes we get it, youre in love. its nice that you want to dance with each other. but youre supposed to dance on your partners feet, not mine. its adorable how every time you spun her around, you got dizzy and fell on me. its a shame the only time you didnt was when i held my lit cigarette right behind you. by the way - your tongue is supposed to go IN her mouth, not all over her face.
to the boys in backwards baseball caps giving each other high fives as each song started
stop
to the fat bitch who used the subway pole as her g-string
when a subway is packed with that many people, its just common knowledge that the poles need to be shared. i know youre tired. we all are. but leaning on the pole is a big no-no. dont get me wrong, there is nothing i love more than being on a crowded subway and holding the pole as you press against my hand with your back and the feeling of your skanky hair brushing against my arm. subway etiquette. learn it. oh, i almost forgot. youre not a size 6. just thought you should know being that it seems youre the only one who believes it.
being sober at a concert full of drunks, well, i have lots of rants about people last night. so lets do this craigslist style.
to the girl sitting on her boyfriends shoulders so she could see
yes, I know it is hard to see in a general admission when you are short. but its even harder to see when you have some idiot sitting on her boyfriends shoulders so she can see. i gave you 3 songs like that. the look of shock on your face when i told you people cant see behind you baffled me. maybe the lack of oxygen way up there got to you. youre lucky i was sober cause its safe to say that if i wasnt, instead of coming over to deliver the message, it would have come by means of a flying soda bottle.
to the drunken couple with their own personal dance floor
yes, we get it. youre drunk. yes we get it, youre in love. its nice that you want to dance with each other. but youre supposed to dance on your partners feet, not mine. its adorable how every time you spun her around, you got dizzy and fell on me. its a shame the only time you didnt was when i held my lit cigarette right behind you. by the way - your tongue is supposed to go IN her mouth, not all over her face.
to the boys in backwards baseball caps giving each other high fives as each song started
stop
to the fat bitch who used the subway pole as her g-string
when a subway is packed with that many people, its just common knowledge that the poles need to be shared. i know youre tired. we all are. but leaning on the pole is a big no-no. dont get me wrong, there is nothing i love more than being on a crowded subway and holding the pole as you press against my hand with your back and the feeling of your skanky hair brushing against my arm. subway etiquette. learn it. oh, i almost forgot. youre not a size 6. just thought you should know being that it seems youre the only one who believes it.
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