The Cure concert in Houston on June 9 was a little slice of Heaven, to quote our great Prez's comments about Slovenia. However, although Robert Smith and co. rocked the Toyota Center, I had a revelation, which occurred previously, yet, was validated on this fateful night. Houston is full of assholes. Of course, this is evident when I drive to work and home each day, when I go grocery shopping at Whole Foods or Central Market (a haven for assholes, and some of my friends), and when I go to concerts. Now, I love live music. Of course, I love The Cure. My clear view of Robert Smith's smudged lipstick and carefully placed hair was obstructed by none other than an annoying couple--making out. It never fails to amaze me that people spend about $50.00 for a concert ticket, wait for months, plan ahead, and spend the entire time sucking face. I am a peaceful, Buddhist-ish, Prius-driving person. However, I had the incredible urge to push them over. I was hoping by screaming at the top of my lungs in their ears would inspire them to move. I was not so lucky. Also, it has been confirmed that there really aren't any cool people here in Houston.
Moving on to non-asshole news, congratulations Stephanie Izard, our Top Chef from the Chicago group and to Senator Barack Obama, who will hopefully be our President from the Chicago group. Of course, congrats to me, as my birthday is tomorrow.
1 comment:
I just came across your Blog because you have the same interest in music as myself. I'm a huge TOOL fan myself, but like many other bands you have named. Anyhow, I'm jealous you have seen The Cure...I'd kill for that!! Too bad your experience was ruined by assholes! I hope you don't mind if I continue to read your blog, I'm searching for new, but interesting friends... :)
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