Rock Concert!

Just got back from the Rush concert at the Arts Center. What a strange scene. I used to be a fan back in high school, but haven’t been too into them since. But I was offered a ticket and had a free night, so I decided to go. I’ve never smelled so much weed in my life. And I’ve never had to park in lot 8 before. It took me 10 minutes to drive there and an hour to walk across New Jersey to find my tail gaiting friends, Alan and Glenn. My journey was like one of those Family Circus cartoons where you see everywhere the kid has been meandering with a dotted line. Found them in time to have a couple of beers and catch up on stuff. Then Bob showed up armed with a joint. I had an ear-to-ear grin for the next…well let’s just say I still have an ear-to-ear grin. I was the only dude there who looked like Sid Vicious. (Either him or Ed Grimley – rain does strange things to those with spiky hair.)

When it was time to go see the show we had to take a school bus to the arena – that’s how far away we were. Still got there late. They were opening with “Spirit of Radio” when we got there. By then we were so discombobulated that we decided to get beers and chill before looking for our seats. That was a fiasco in itself. Here is the rest of the night in summary:

A fight broke out right next to me in our seats. A fight at a Rush concert is like an elephant ice skating. It just doesn’t happen. It was entertaining, though

Took a pic of my crotch (balls) by accident when I was calling Marc on my cell phone. Total  camel toe. I’d post it, but I’m sure it would violate AOL TOS

All you drum solo fans out there would not have been disappointed

Bob and I left to get pizza and a have a cigarette (respectively) while they played 2112

We hung out in the concession area sitting at a picnic table and laughing at God knows what all the way into La Villa Strangiato

Bob and I were about to leave because we were bored, then they played Limelight. We hung until just before the last chorus and got a jump on the mass exodus

I got a case of major déjà vu while walking under the Parkway overpass back to my car. I mean major

Bob and I said good bye in the middle of the road. He went to lot 10, I went to lot 8

When I found my car there was a guy peeing next to it. From 20 feet away I told him that he better not be peeing on my car. He turned to look and ran away with his zipper down

I drove home with tinnitus – my hearing is forever damaged from seeing so many shows like this. Thanks Ramones and Afghan Whigs

Now I have to read over 100 pages on brain shunts to be ready for work next week

I had a hell of a good time