I Double Dog Dare Ya!

Well it wasn't exactly a dare but it was tempting.
A dear geeky friend of mine said, "You should start a blog" after reading one of my long-winded rants in her email in box.
I laughed it off at the time but then she went and started one so I really couldn't resist an opportunity for a creative brain fart.

I guess it's sort of therapeutic to get the daily weirdness that roams about in my head out and in to the light. (Carole Ann) If you have to ask about Carole Ann save your self the time... you'll never get it and I really don't feel like pouring any energy into your useless knowledge bank tonight. It's late and I'm tired.

Why am I tired? I'm glad you asked? A long night of my favorite sport. People watching.
To go one better it was people watching at a concert. Now this is always a plethora of top shelf weirdness.
You really can't beat a concert for people watching but this was a whole new concert experience for me.

Being a child of the eighties (truth be known I saw my first real concert in the seventies) I saw my share of concerts and continue to go today. I've seen Folk, Southern Rock, Hippy Rock, Classical, Symphonies, Country, Bluegrass, Pop, Dead Head, Parrot Head and several other types of concerts that are all just a foggy memory at the moment.
Tonight was different though. The Goddess also known as my wonderful wife informed me that we were going to see Michael Buble. Being that she is a Goddess and I still can't figure out how I got so incredibly lucky I wisely agreed to go. I love standards and no I'm not that old, I'm fortyish. I do enjoy Sinatra and the Rat Pack songs of that era but honestly I didn't have high expectations for Mr. Buble tonight. I was pleasantly surprised that he put on an excellent entertaining show and I thoroughly enjoyed it. But here is the bonus. The crowd was a blast to watch. It ranged from college kids to geriatrics and all ages in between.
The crowd was whiter than the Klan at a winter white sale so I was all geared up for a huge dose of blah. I mean how much fun can you have with 6000 white people in one room. That's a whole bunch of boring normally. I like my world with a bit of variety. Mix it up I say it makes life interesting. Back to my previous thought. I was ready to be under whelmed by the crowd but instead stumbled on the super bowl of people watching.

First of all there were middle-aged moms in their daughters clothes trying to prove they can still rock that tiny black dress.
I have no problem with a woman rockin a black dress and I think it's mostly attitude but go and buy your own clothes and for Gods sake don't go to said event with your daughter. That's like comparison-shopping for cars. (To me everything in life relates on some spiritual level to cars) You've got two of the same model of car just one happens to be 20 years older than the other and it's not that the older one looks bad just don't park beside the shiny new one if you're trying to show the old one off.

I'm getting sleepy so I'll wrap this up now. The highlight of the evening of people watching was drunk girl. This type of female is always the absolute most entertaining freak in the proverbial circus tent. She also comes in various models. Woo Girl, which is the one that you tend to hear before you see. Woo Girl is the one that's always yelling WOOOOOOOOO! Woo Girl sat in front of me one row and two seats to the left. She wooed everything the performer said. Now most people would find this annoying. I found it hilarious. The other type is the snooty drunk girl. She sat in front and to the right. She was so surprised when she sat down she bounced back up in her cute little polka dot dress and proceeded to pour her drink on a gaysian. What's a gaysian you ask?
Simple... a Gay Asian.

OK I'm outh here but one more question.

Why do you read this stuff?

JB