Sex and Drugs and Rock n Roll

Well...maybe not the drugs any more.

Just like the old days. I put on some jeans, a shirt and some sneakers. Then I got into my stash and took some pills. Then we were off for the 20-mile drive to the concert.

Only this time...this time my hair was a lot shorter. and this time the shirt I was wearing wasn’t an old concert T-shirt, and the pills I took were Sudafed and Motrin for my allergies. I also chewed up a couple of Tums for the heartburn that was sure to punish me for the beers I would drink. As I walked outside I thought, So this is what it’s like to get old.

The drive to the concert was different too. The SUV The Warden and I were in was a late-model vehicle, unlike the beaters of yore. And it wasn’t full of smoke from the doobs of yore. It was a relaxing, fun drive.

I laughed out loud about how we’d be the oldest people at the concert, and how gate personnel would offer us walkers or Hoverounds. It wasn’t that bad though. There were a lot of people of all ages, which was good.

We bought two big, expensive beers as soon as we got in the gate of the amphitheater and perched on a short brick wall to people-watch. It never ceases to amaze me what poor taste some people have, especially the older, overweight trailer-skanks who think they’re still 17-year-old hardbodies. Didn't they know there were already plenty of hardbodies around who could get away with wearing the tight hardbody clothes that trailerskanks shouldn't ought to try tostretch out wear?

The opening act just plain sucked ass. They were awful and so was their sound system. The collective name of the four turds who made up the band was Flipsyde. Note the not-so-clever spelling of their name. Wow. Now that gives ‘em street cred.

The next group was the Pussycat Dolls. They looked fantabulously delicious, but I couldn’t care less for their music. It was more like a Vegas show than something I’d expect to see at a concert.

About 10 minutes into the Dolls’ 30-minute set, The Warden and I went to get her a $30 Black Eyed Peas T-shirt. And to think I used to bitch about $10 shirts. We waited in line for about 15 minutes before we got helped. Then someone behind us started farting. We couldn’t hear it, but boy could we smell it. Then another, and another. Shit. This guy/gal had no shame at all. It was fucking foul. Mercifully, the credit card went through and we were off four our third beer.

Incidentally, the six beers we drank (three each) set us back $46. The 16-oz bottles we got when we first entered were $7. The 24-oz cans we got after that were $8 a piece. Next time I’ll smuggle a half-pint of Turkey or 151 in like the old days.

The Black Eyed Peas put on a really good show. The guitar player was amazing. So was the drummer and the keyboard player. The other dude played the flute, guitar, saxophone and something else. The BEPs themselves were superb showmen. WebMiz will be happy to hear that Fergie didn’t piss herself this time around. She looked fabulous though :-) Anyway....it was a good night and the BEPs really put on an excellent show.

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I’ll send my friends a link to pictures of the festival we went to Saturday.

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Today was our day off. I did nothing. I’m surprised I got up the energy to post. That being said, Memory Du Jour and Quote of the Day will return next time around.