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kellinator) wrote2004-07-28 02:53 pm
kellinator) wrote2004-07-28 02:53 pm
"There's one in every crowd."
The Sarah McLachlan concert was last night and was breathtaking. Sarah sounded phenomenal (as somebody else, I can't remember who, pointed out, her music hasn't always shown how wonderful her voice is) and looked like she was having a fabulous time. The set was really cool -- kind of had a wooded glade thing going on -- and the lights were pretty. (That's me for you: "oooh, pretty lights...")
However, there was one big problem with the show:
The people in front of us.
For two hours,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
change_my_mind and I were treated to the antics of a bunch of Buckhead brats who were more interested in holding prolonged shrill conversations, playing with their cell phones, constantly getting up for the all-important more alcohol, and generally being asshats. Exhibit A in why if you're going to turn into an asshole if you get drunk, then you shouldn't drink. And anyway, I don't really have room to pass judgment on others' drinking, but dude, I don't get it. Those were good seats that somebody paid a lot of money for -- wouldn't you like to be sober enough to actually enjoy the concert? It's not Woodstock, dude.
That's the closest I've ever come to dumping a drink on someone. I did exchange words with one at some point; luckilychange_my_mind got me the hell out of there at the end of the concert before I could get myself in any trouble.
You know, they were pretty girls, obviously well-off -- dude, isn't it enough that you're pretty and rich? Do you have to be an asshole too, just because you can get away with it? I really wish I could see some concrete proof of karma when it comes to people like this.
To those people, all I really have to say is: Wow, you did what I thought was impossible: You made Britney Spears look classy in comparison.
However, there was one big problem with the show:
The people in front of us.
For two hours,
change_my_mind and I were treated to the antics of a bunch of Buckhead brats who were more interested in holding prolonged shrill conversations, playing with their cell phones, constantly getting up for the all-important more alcohol, and generally being asshats. Exhibit A in why if you're going to turn into an asshole if you get drunk, then you shouldn't drink. And anyway, I don't really have room to pass judgment on others' drinking, but dude, I don't get it. Those were good seats that somebody paid a lot of money for -- wouldn't you like to be sober enough to actually enjoy the concert? It's not Woodstock, dude. That's the closest I've ever come to dumping a drink on someone. I did exchange words with one at some point; luckily
change_my_mind got me the hell out of there at the end of the concert before I could get myself in any trouble.You know, they were pretty girls, obviously well-off -- dude, isn't it enough that you're pretty and rich? Do you have to be an asshole too, just because you can get away with it? I really wish I could see some concrete proof of karma when it comes to people like this.
To those people, all I really have to say is: Wow, you did what I thought was impossible: You made Britney Spears look classy in comparison.
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And this, my dear, is why you continue to reign as the Queen of Snark!
Sorry to hear a bunch of rich assholes had to ruin your night, but nice to hear that Sarah was wonderful in person. :-)
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Dad, Viviane, Kiddo and me at the lake. We stop at a lakeside cafe for lunch. We're waiting for our food, and I see three gorgeous Greek-God specimens of young male jumping off a dock. I appreciate the view for a moment.
But then they find a huge slab of styrofoam padding floating out from under the dock. That padding was banned at the lake a few years ago, Viviane says, because it breaks free and pollutes the water and the wildlife tries to eat it and it kills them. But there are still some docks that haven't been outfitted with the safe plastic ballast yet.
Meanwhile, the Three Schmucks of the Apocalypse are taking turns climbing up on the slab, which is about six feet by six feet. Not satisfied with that, they start breaking pieces off and throwing them at each other.
Soon the lake water in this cove is covered with shreds of styrofoam, and they're still breaking it apart. Dad and I are getting madder and madder, watching the ducks swim by and a couple of ducklings take a peck at the pieces. They're beyond yelling distance. We debate throwing ice cubes or french fries down on the idiots from our deck cafe, but Dad points out that neither of us has the aim.
Just as we're leaving, lake police show up in their cutter. Dad and I give each other high-fives as we watch the Three Schmucks get ticketed. Someone somewhere had a cell phone and called it in. As we motored off, the little bastards were paddling about the cove with nets, scooping up the styrofoam.
Karma works, hon. We just don't always get to see it.
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I was just incredulous. Did they not notice that Sarah was singing?
If you don't worship her, what the fuck where you doing at her show, asshats?
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Afterglow still strikes me as a mediocre album, compared to her earlier stuff. I don't know why, but I can't get into it, I've tried.
*runs and hides*
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Managed to smoosh his toes repeatedly. Also nearly got him thrown out. And threatened his girlfriend with violence when she dared touch me. Meh. worked out ok.
*sympathizes*
*smites evildoers*
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I once paid like, 80 bucks a seat for my whole family to see Tina Turner - what a show! InCREDible. Except for the three 20ish girlies behind us who seemed to be holding some kind of gossip circle. Who the hell pays $80 to see a show then talks through the whole thing??!! Aarrrgghhh!
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