I did not take a picture of my dirty feet. How do feet get filthy when they're enclosed in shoes that don't let AIR in?
Rick and I went to the exhibition (formerly known as Buffalo Days) today. Why the name change? I dunno, but I suspect it has something to do with opening it up for corporate branding. The Agridome is now known as Brandt Center, Taylor Field has become Mosaic stadium, I imagine Buffalo days will become Rogers Exhibition or something equally pathetic. Sigh. Rant over.
My feet hurt. Not "Oh, I wish I could have a footrub" kind of hurt. No, this is that kind of hurt where you do NOT want anything to touch your feet. Dismantling them and soaking in ice water would be nice, provided I could do it without actually touching them. I washed them, I made it back down the stairs. The only reason I haven't gone to bed already is that the thought of putting my feet between my weight and the floor is too much to bear.
3 of my teenager bands played at the ex tonight - Kick Axe, The Headpins, and Streetheart. Excellent performances by all of them. Darby can still wail like she did 30 years ago. They all can, actually (except Kick Axe. I don't think they've been around QUITE that long).
Now, we'll ignore that standing through 3 bands is what finalized my poor feet's fate. It's worth the pain, believe it or not. I confirmed my theory that no matter what I do, or what spot I choose, I will end up beside the most obnoxious person possible. If it's not the shirtless drunk who becomes a little cock-robin every time security is in the vicinity (honestly, I expected him to pull a worm out of the ground and shake it proudly to prove his dominance) it's the middle aged woman who was too shy to go see the band when she was young, and she has 30+ years of pent up screaming, singing, and general carrying on that she needs to get out of her system all at once.
The part that saddens me though, is that she was the only (sober) person doing any carrying on. You see, my generation is far to cool to show that we're having any fun. We are the most silent, nonchalant, bored-looking group since time began. We make the Amish look like party animals. It's not cool to look like you're having fun. Heck, it's not cool to let on that you have a PULSE. Compound that we're now all middle-aged and concerned that our boss might see us behaving unprofessionally, and you have a group of people that the mosquitoes don't bother, because they only suck blood from LIVING creaters.
So picture, if you can, an entire outdoor concert of what appears to be middle aged mannequins, with a few drunks thrown in for good measure. After Kick Axe and the Headpins got us all warmed up, some of us even swayed or mouthed the words to the Steetheart songs. Except chickie-poo beside me. She had enough life for all of us. ;-)
However, the general apathy of the crowd did not preclude the need for pot - and lots of it. No, not ME - but there was enough smoke to give anybody a room buzz - OUTSIDE. I'm not judging. Security conveniently became scarce when the telltale smell began wafting around. See, if people are buzzed, they don't fight. A buzzed crowd is a well-behaved crowd. Add that to being generally lifeless, and it makes security's job so easy!
Total Mullet count for the evening: 7. Two were on women. Yes, girls, if you curl it, it's still a Mullet. And guys, combining a mullet with a ballcap and receding hairline REALLY does nothing for your looks. We're all getting older. It's ok. Embrace it. At least admit that Mullets should never have happened and either grow it all out or get it all cut. Your hair is no time to be indecisive!
Speaking of curls, it's been 20+ years since I've seen that much big hair all in the same place. Wow. I really hope that the hair on those gals was for nostalgia/comedy's sake. Again, we're all getting older.... at least the hairpray didn't ignite when people were lighting their joints. That would have been sad. Or maybe it would have burned the long parts of the mullets.
Rick and I went to the exhibition (formerly known as Buffalo Days) today. Why the name change? I dunno, but I suspect it has something to do with opening it up for corporate branding. The Agridome is now known as Brandt Center, Taylor Field has become Mosaic stadium, I imagine Buffalo days will become Rogers Exhibition or something equally pathetic. Sigh. Rant over.
My feet hurt. Not "Oh, I wish I could have a footrub" kind of hurt. No, this is that kind of hurt where you do NOT want anything to touch your feet. Dismantling them and soaking in ice water would be nice, provided I could do it without actually touching them. I washed them, I made it back down the stairs. The only reason I haven't gone to bed already is that the thought of putting my feet between my weight and the floor is too much to bear.
3 of my teenager bands played at the ex tonight - Kick Axe, The Headpins, and Streetheart. Excellent performances by all of them. Darby can still wail like she did 30 years ago. They all can, actually (except Kick Axe. I don't think they've been around QUITE that long).
Now, we'll ignore that standing through 3 bands is what finalized my poor feet's fate. It's worth the pain, believe it or not. I confirmed my theory that no matter what I do, or what spot I choose, I will end up beside the most obnoxious person possible. If it's not the shirtless drunk who becomes a little cock-robin every time security is in the vicinity (honestly, I expected him to pull a worm out of the ground and shake it proudly to prove his dominance) it's the middle aged woman who was too shy to go see the band when she was young, and she has 30+ years of pent up screaming, singing, and general carrying on that she needs to get out of her system all at once.
The part that saddens me though, is that she was the only (sober) person doing any carrying on. You see, my generation is far to cool to show that we're having any fun. We are the most silent, nonchalant, bored-looking group since time began. We make the Amish look like party animals. It's not cool to look like you're having fun. Heck, it's not cool to let on that you have a PULSE. Compound that we're now all middle-aged and concerned that our boss might see us behaving unprofessionally, and you have a group of people that the mosquitoes don't bother, because they only suck blood from LIVING creaters.
So picture, if you can, an entire outdoor concert of what appears to be middle aged mannequins, with a few drunks thrown in for good measure. After Kick Axe and the Headpins got us all warmed up, some of us even swayed or mouthed the words to the Steetheart songs. Except chickie-poo beside me. She had enough life for all of us. ;-)
However, the general apathy of the crowd did not preclude the need for pot - and lots of it. No, not ME - but there was enough smoke to give anybody a room buzz - OUTSIDE. I'm not judging. Security conveniently became scarce when the telltale smell began wafting around. See, if people are buzzed, they don't fight. A buzzed crowd is a well-behaved crowd. Add that to being generally lifeless, and it makes security's job so easy!
Total Mullet count for the evening: 7. Two were on women. Yes, girls, if you curl it, it's still a Mullet. And guys, combining a mullet with a ballcap and receding hairline REALLY does nothing for your looks. We're all getting older. It's ok. Embrace it. At least admit that Mullets should never have happened and either grow it all out or get it all cut. Your hair is no time to be indecisive!
Speaking of curls, it's been 20+ years since I've seen that much big hair all in the same place. Wow. I really hope that the hair on those gals was for nostalgia/comedy's sake. Again, we're all getting older.... at least the hairpray didn't ignite when people were lighting their joints. That would have been sad. Or maybe it would have burned the long parts of the mullets.
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