Wednesday, September 12, 2007

I've Still Got It

Last night, Theresa and I went to see Feist at Ramshead Live. Feist is super cute and most people are aware of her NOW because of the new iPod Nano commercial featuring her song, "1234":

Its a cute video and catchy song... and I think it brought out the most RANDOM people to her show. The show, by the way, was amazing. She's adorable and her band had lots of whimsical instruments (a flute, xylophone, some weird keyboard thingamabob...).


Its not the best picture... it was taken with my crappy RAZR phone. The venue banned cameras and while I like to think that I "fight the system", I'm kind of a puss when it comes to the idea of having my things confiscated. Damn the man... unless he can take away my belongings.

This month is a very concert heavy month for me so it was awesome to have such a good show kick start my September concert series (see my calendar to the right for the other shows I'm seeing).

Anywho - the other highlight (perhaps I should call this a lowlight) of the evening was a very persistent man who would NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. I was practically humping Theresa to get him away from me and it only further justified why I try not to be TOO nice to strangers (the main justification being that you never know who is a serial killer).

Theresa and I were standing towards the back of the venue on a little riser type thing in front of the stairs. At one point, this dude tapped me on the shoulder and said, "I've got the best seat in the house!". That statement, btw, became the very popular statement spoken by many morons who thought sitting down on the steps was not a fire hazard. They all said the same thing until the bouncer booted them from their fantastic "seats". I mean - EVERY person that uttered that phrase said it with such wonderment as though they had discovered some secret place... that NOBODY else dared to even imagine. Really?... Really?

So I was polite and we exchanged a little conversation. I didn't think much of it until he wouldn't stop tapping me to continue a conversation. The show hadn't started yet so I wasn't super annoyed quite yet, but seriously? His jokes were a little corny as was his outfit. I was being polite. Well... he got booted from the "best seats in the house" and promptly made his way through the crowd to stand next to me.

My thoughts? Shoot me now.

Feist had begun performing and yet he wouldn't SHUT THE F UP! Some lady next to me shushed him a few times. And now I'm standing in a manner that says, "Stop talking to me. Can't you see that I'm humping my friend here?" But nope. He didn't get the hint. He showed me a text message that his little brother sent him and it said something along the lines of, "Be sure to hook up with someone!" What?! Was THAT really his line?! Has that actually worked in the past?

Creepy dude then noticed that I was trying to take a photo of Feist with my phone and said, "ooh - you'll definitely have to send me that." Wow, really? REALLY? Do I have, "I'm a big whore that falls for cheesy lines from guys who can't understand body language" written on my forehead?

THEN (!) there was a girl standing in front of us that had one of the dumbest tattoos I have ever seen. And let me tell you, I have seen plenty of awful tats ranging from Nascar to whisks (Ace of Cakes!). Here is my artist's rendition of her tattoo:


You are seeing that correctly. Its a circle. It was just a black circle in the middle of her back. That's all. I thought I was going to die in 7 days after looking at it.

Creepy dude pointed to it, chuckling, and then TOUCHED HER. He put his finger in the middle of the circle and then when she turned around, he pointed at ME. Seriously, dude? How old are you?

The last highlight of this guy was that when he asked Theresa what she did for a living and she said she was a special ed teacher, he asked if her kids came to class in wheelchairs WITH WEAPONS. BECAUSE WE WERE IN BALTIMORE. And apparently because he is a moron.

While I am APPALLED that I attract such turds, I have to say it still feels good to know that I've still got it!

Sizzle!

3 comments:

Nanette said...

Yay for xylophones! (I have one, although I haven't played in forever.) And yay for concerts! And boooo for asshat concertgoers. But yay for still having "it"!

Terri: said...

I have to say that, luckily, Theresa and I didn't have the same experience last night at the They Might Be Giants concert that you two did the night before at Feist. YARG!!

Although, we were privy to a quite unfortunate looking couple totally macking out in plain view of EVERYBODY! Blech!

Scooter McFly said...

lol ... gotta love creepy concert goers and their lame attempts at conversation and "hooking up." i got hit on at the "They Might Be Giants" by the bartender ... but it was a she ... so sad. if i was straight, i'd be all over that. she was cute. hardly any cute guys at the concert tho.

yes, as terri stated, we were privy to a disgusting display of near-fornication from two people who were tragic victims of ugliness. the girl, who was 17, had tits that sagged more than my g-ma while the guy, with a rancid looking soul patch, kept lightly caressing her face and feeling her up with his elbow. you should have seen us bitches all lined up and pointing, laughing and ewwwww'ing. great times!