~ new york bulge ~
Went to see the New York Dolls last night. Josh had somehow procured a number of tickets for free and a small group of us went for the beer and the ballyhoo. The opening band was We Are The Fury and while they were plenty entertaining and rocking, I was not particularly "into" them, though I did fancy the lead singer's jacket. I had a few rounds of Moose Drool, before the Dolls came out. When I switched to a lighter lager, the residue of the Moose Drool caused a rather interesting taste with the new beer. blech. So, yea. I spent a good majority of the concert wondering about the excessive bulge on the lead singer. When he first made his entrance, I was utterly convinced that he had stuffed his pants and I found myself intellectually curious about such a phenomenon. After all, I couldn't quite believe that he would purposefully induce an erection and then come out on stage in front of hundreds of people. A few songs later, while I was conducting my scientific analysis of the bulge situation, I realized that it had actually gotten smaller. This was, for me, FASCINATING! I was also quite fascinated by how one of the guitarists opted to grab the lead singer's package on at least two occasions. After all, since I am not in possession of the male genitalia at all times during the day, there tends to be a bit of mystery regarding male behavior vis-a-vis their packages. Fascinating. Josh and I have been watching a lot of nature programs that include a discussion about the seemingly bizarre mating rituals of other species, and after last night's prominent display of the bulge, it doesn't seem so strange that a Mongolian Camel would spank himself with his own tail to attract a female.