I usually get one glass of chocolate milk, one glass of OJ, and an omelet. This I-Hop menu item comes with three pancakes. It usually fills me up. Today after being in the sun for the Beach Boy concert, I ordered a second chocolate milk because I drank the first really quick.
I felt like Homer. "There is still food left, but I don't want any." I tried to be tough and eat the rest. I then started to feel nauseous. The memory of my throne experience last Disneyland trip was enough encouragement to stop... don't want to go through that again.
Anyway, the concert was great. I got there early because I wanted to look around. I got a fairly nice seat where I could see the stage and still be on the grass. The "security" was pretty silly...
Anyway, once the concert started, I realized I was right under a big speaker. It was unnerving to feel my water bottle shake from the sound waves. Some kids started to play where I was so I used it as an excuse to get "out of range" of the "shock waves".
I thought it was rather silly I was contributing to millionaires who have been making money off 40+ year old songs. They even brought up "back in the day when people actually paid for music." This whole piracy stuff never hurt these guys... but I never really got into this music stuff anyway.
This was my first concert! Well, unless you count that silly Michael McLean concert. A.K.A the forgotten carols.
They poked fun of Brittany Spears or rather themselves. They said they were closer to hip replacement than hip-hop. After joking about Kokomo all the while, they finally sang it near the end. I suppose they have so many songs it would take forever to hear them.
I wore my new FBI shirt. It was fun to see some reactions I got through out the day. I walked into a convenient store and the shop keeper was very helpful.. that was nothing I suppose. Some tourist asked me of all other people around for info on the area I was at. I told him what little I knew of Ballston.
I almost lost my keys. I asked the shuttle bus to stop while I got off the bus to look for them. Luckily I found them where I sat to wait for the bus.
The lady was having trouble scanning my ticket, probably because it was moist. After a while she just told me to go in. I walked around Wolf Trap. Most people took second glances at the shirt, but only one person stopped me. There were a ton of people to keep the cheap people like me, who bought lawn tickets, out of the more expensive seating.
"Do you have lawn ticket?"
"Yes sir." I replied defiantly.
"I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Yes sir." I snickered and walked away to another "restricted" area. I just wanted to look around. It’s really not worth paying more to loose your hearing.
Nice warm day. Lots of nice young ladies... tried to approach one, but nothing came of it. I swear I get no reciprocation... I'm getting too old to care anymore.
When I retire, at 40 (when my condo is more than paid off) I'll return and live out my days there. If I get a job where I can work from home, great. If not, there is no way I'll go back to work. I'm not raising teenagers at age 60. In fact, I'm not sure I want to live that long.
This brings us back to the title. I figure a few more of the gut busters and my cholesterol will eventually get the best of me?
Posted by Michael at July 29, 2006 06:42 PM