After weeks of waiting, I finally went to The Killers concert last night. Show was great. Location was HORRIFYING. Never again, Saltair...never again. Well, never again on the floor anyway. If I ever return, I will get there early enough to make sure I have a place on the balcony upstairs with the over-21 crowd. Drunk women flashing people 'on accident' have better personal space boundaries then the people we stood by. And that's really sayin' something.
And just as a tip, concert-goers: If you pushed and bit people to get to the front, FOR THE LOVE YOU HAD BETTER STAY THERE!!! Do not, I repeat DO NOT, try to barrel your way past me & carve a path through a sardine can DURING MY FAVORITE SONG.
You deserved that elbow.
And you, man-who-stunk-like-pot: when you see that bruise tomorrow, I hope you remember me. Don't make yourself my personal backpack and then look at me with your dilated pupils and tell me the non-existent people behind you are 'pushing you'. It's not gonna fly!
To all others on the floor: The Killers make neither make-out music, nor mosh-pit music. Please adjust your concert habits accordingly.
Lastly, to the friends I went with: Don't openly mock me for taking earplugs and then gripe the whole way home about your new deafness. Seriously. I'll kill you.
...I just knocked my hair brush into the toilet on accident. I'm allowed this rant.
1 comment:
I am not bringing ear plugs to Wicked, but you will not hear one word of complaint that I am deaf from the music being too loud! The louder the better!!
Got to love the stupid people in this world....or maybe you don't isn't that what their mothers are for? :)
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