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.
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.