Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Life as a Groupie

Meandered my way to Portland for a concert this past weekend.   Saving Abel, Papa Roach, Buckcherry, and Avenged Sevenfold.  I do believe the man and I were the oldest ones there.  Grandma and Grandpa in the house.  LOL.  It's sad when you're old in your mid 30's.  

It was a great night though.  3 young 'uns carried out on stretchers.  Such is the life of over-chemicalized children.  One of the situations made me laugh (call me a bitch, call me evil, call me to dinner - whatever suits your fancy).  Picture the scene - loud rock music, screaming fans, one young girl laying on the ground........her friends franticly trying to administer CPR. 

She was drunk.  

And awake.

But apparently CPR was called for.  Who knew?

Hey - at least they knew to check her airway.

The concert was actually pretty good.  Saving Abel was impressive.  Personable.  

Papa Roach - gained a new fan here.  What great entertainers.  Never really listened to them before this but I immediately became a fan.  Good crowd interaction, great energy.

Buckcherry - sadly a bit disappointing.  This group is why I went to the concert.  I love Buckcherry.  But apparently, I don't love them live.  They were......okay......but reserved.  Minimal crowd interaction and they seemed rushed.

Avenged Sevenfold - ack.  Had to leave.  It was all screaming.  Minimal entertainment (besides the second girl who was carried out of the pit by her friends).  Even the 4 or 5 Coors Light couldn't keep me interested.  Ah well, I suppose I am getting old.   I do love the song "Dear God."  Stayed for that then took the back door back to the hotel.  

It was a good mini-vacation for this old haggard woman.  Snort.  God, being surrounded by high school kids makes you feel old really fast.   I need to get my ass to the spa for a seaweed wrap and a mud bath.  Maybe that'll strip a few years off this aging body.  Aw screw it.  I think a few shots of Crown and a six pack of Coors Light will cure what ails me.

Busy day at work today.  Rollovers, cardiacs, abdominal pains, and foreign objects unintentionally inserted into orifices.   Seriously people - if it doesn't have a handle, don't stick it in there.

And with that I'm done.  


The T-Dude said...

That last bit is good advice. : )

Sabra said...

Yeah, I'm 29 & I feel old at school, surrounded by a bunch of 18-year-olds. Thank God, once I get to nursing school everyone else there will be nearer to my age (the other old folks in my classes are almost invariably also pre-nursing students).