~ toothless grin ~

Last night, despite my better judgement, I went to see a Ryan Adams concert. Frankly, it kind of sucked. I arrived half an hour before the doors opened, which was an hour before the concert was supposed to begin, hoping to find a good place to sit. I sat outside the concert hall for what seemed like a really long time, alone and with much physical discomfort. Once the doors opened, I was unable to get a good seat because everyone was much faster than me. Josh had arrived at some point and found me a place to sit at the bar, where I sat reading my book alone while he was running around fetching friends, relatives, food, and beer. I was so uncomfortable and having pains, but that seems to be my constant state these past three days, after I crashed on my bike YET AGAIN. At some point while I was sitting there, I learned that Ryan would be an hour late playing...which meant that I would have sat in a very uncomfortable manner for two and a half hours before His Magesty decided he might as well bother performing since that's what people had gathered for him to do. Wow, I was pissed. Yes, I've been a bit prone to crankiness these past three days, but really, two and a half hours is a long time for anyone to remain in an uncomfortable position, not to mention someone who has an incredibly cumbersome splint on her leg and massive back, butt, and leg pain. Pissy, pissy, pissy. I was pretty serious about marching my gimpy self out to the ticket desk to ask for a refund, but discovered that the fine print on the back of the ticket articulates quite clearly that there are no refunds. So, FINALLY, the honorable Ryan Adams decides to get on the stage and play some music already. It wasn't a good concert. For one, he did not play any of his incredibly amazing songs and stuck to the more mediocre ones - - yes, yes, I enjoyed them because even his mediocre songs are amazing in their own right - - still. For two, he failed to truly address the audience. He merely got on stage and started playing some songs one after the other, and it seemed like he was being a huge asshole about making everyone wait an extra hour for his precious self and he didn't even have the courtesy to connect to the audience. This made me feel even pissier. I'm tired of this idea that it's a privilege for me to see such a great musician performing...fuck that...I paid my hard-earned dollars for a concert ticket and hobbled my disabled self over to the theater, waited for two and a half hours...it's his job to entertain me! At the end of his mediocre concert, another concert goer and I pretended to heckle him by calling out the name Bryan Adams and requesting songs like "Cuts like a knife!" and "Summer of '69." One of the awesomer things that happened at the concert was when Josh's lawyer sister said to the face of the EXTREMELY IRRITATING person invading my personal space with very weird dancing and talking that was so loud I was having trouble hearing the music, "You're really annoying!" The joy that assertion gave me is beyond words.

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