Nuggets from the Poison/Cinderella concert:
Where the hell do all these people come from? Some of them look like they climbed out of a Sunday Night Movie based on the Amy Fisher story starring Alyssa Milano circa 1993, complete with the sleeveless, unbuttoned flannel shirts, wifebeater tanks and stonewash. Other Poison fans apparently are quite infatuated with their hair crimpers. That, or perhaps the Hamilton Wal-Mart is offering a two-fer deal on hair crimpers and stirrup pants. Either way, somebody needs to send out the all-call memo that the 80s and 90s are over.
Is Riverbend trying a new swimming pool/peeing facility combo concept? The bathroom floor was literally covered with half an inch of water. It's truly disgusting when you have to bend down to roll your jeans up to use the facilities. I also discerned quite quickly these particular toilets are the kind where you must enact the Hover Treaty, as cleanliness is quite negotiable on the seats. As they say in Lexington: gonorrhea is not a pretty flower.
While using the God-forsaken bathrooms at Riverbend, I noticed a shiny quarter lying on the ground beneath said layer of scummy water. Yes, I picked it up and put it in my pocket. Yes, I washed my hands afterwards. Yes, I gave it to the beer guy about 3.7 minutes after finding it. Yes, I told him where I found it after I gave it to him. Yes, I laughed after the transaction.
You never know who you'll see at a Poison concert. I happened to even spy my handsome friend, The Biscuit, at the concert. I was caught off guard the first time I saw him, only because it was pretty much right after I got there and I wasn't really expecting to run in to him. I knew The Biscuit was going to be among the massive throng of people there, but since my tickets were last minute I didn't want to be all "Hi" and up in his grill, yo, because I was afraid he'd think I was stalking him or something.
God, I can be such a girl sometimes.
Speaking of girls, The Biscuit was with one. I wasn't worried though because he seems pretty trustworthy and not so much like the kind of player I have addressed on this blog previously. I must admit, though, I did watch The Biscuit to see if he would hold this chick's hand or demonstrate some other kind of sign of intimacy. Okay, so I get a bit paranoid at times. Call it the Bridget Jones syndrome...
The Biscuit called me up after the concert and called me out - saying he saw me and he knew I saw him and "Why didn't you say hello?" and basically I told him I didn't want to crash his party and disturb his time with his friend. I considered it a respectful move, but I don't know if he felt dissed or something. Que sera. I am really jazzed about seeing him next Tuesday...
Since when did this become a post about The Biscuit? Back to the Poison concert...
All in all, everyone appeared to have a good time. Some guy told me I was hot (which really makes me question his tastes and/or judgment because I basically looked like an unpretty sweatbeast), I drank a couple (okay, maybe more than a couple) beers and had a few laughs with some good friends.
Next time I go see Poison, I definitely plan to dress a little more White-Trashy.