For Katie

aka: The Lamest Post Ever

What's a sea creature's favorite country star?

Whalein' Jennings!

Thank you very much.

Dear Drunken Obnoxious Concertgoer:

Yes, you, one row up, three seats to the left. Thank you for continuing a long-standing concert tradition (you could call it a curse) of mine, to have some loud annoying alcoholic sitting in too close proximity trying mightily hard to ruin it for the rest of us. Guster, U2, Nickel Creek, Coldplay: You name the show, and you have been there. Like a demon from Biblical times, you can assume many forms, such as the drunken teenage girls in front of us at U2, or perhaps the husky middle aged woman wearing not-quite-enough clothing sitting nearby at Coldplay. Earlier tonight, at the fantastic Josh Rouse show, you were an older gentleman who found it extremely amusing to yell the word "watermelon" repeatedly between each song. I don't know why, unless your goal was to make everyone around you hate you. Alcohol makes you say strange things (though watermelon is a new one). And the way you were "dancing" with the wife/girlfriend/mistress. Somewhere between the dry heaves and grand mal seizure. Pretty, but like the opposite.
I do hope that I can enjoy concerts such as this when I reach your age. I bet I'm able to do it sober. Still, try as you may, it was a great show. Looking forward to seeing you next month at the Schermerhorn, in whatever form you may take.

Take care now,
Me

Tag! I'm It

Feel proud FabricSnob, and hold your head high. For you I have made an exception, and have done something I have never done before: Respond to a tag. I have always ignored them, seeing them as the blog-equivalent to a chain e-mail. But for you (and because I have no other ideas to post), an exception has been made. And it will never be made again. Bask in the glory.

3 Things:
That scare me: High-ceilinged rooms (altocelarophobia ), air turbulence, Audition.
People who make me laugh: Kate, my friends, myself.
I hate: People who force things up their nether regions which forces me to get up in the middle of the night, leave my warm secure house, drive to work, listen to their lame lame excuses, and then help them get them out; reality television; most every other driver on the road.
I don't understand: Vegetarians, calculus, the Middle East.
I'm doing right now: Typing this post (duh), drinking the day's only Coke/Pepsi, enjoying the skyline.
I want to do before I die: See all 7 continents, raise a family, write at something above a hobby level.
I can't do: Sit cross-legged (Indian-style for the politically incorrect), dance with anything remotely resembling rhythm, remember people's names.
I think you should listen to: As much live music as possible, the Bible (thanks Captain Obvious), Lyle Lovett, especially Joshua Judges Ruth.
You shouldn't listen to: Most politicians (left or right wing), most if not all of commercial radio, the little voice of doubt in your head.
I'd like to learn: To not be so restless, the guitar, to enjoy the moment and not keep looking ahead.
Favorite foods: Anything Italian, good Texas BBQ, steak.
Beverages: Pepsi (Coke is a close second, but still second), chocolate milk, more Pepsi.
Shows I watched as a kid: Dukes of Hazzard, classic Looney Tunes, St. Elsewhere (1st adult show that I was into).

I'm tagging: No one. The madness ends here.