Rob Thomas sings, "What if I could hold you till I feel you move inside of me?" And the crowd goes, "OOOOOooooooooooooooooooooh." Erin claims, "That is also sexual." Jean says, "You should listen to her. She's a whale biologist." And this is why Erin and Jean shouldn't be allowed in public places...
For Valentine's Days Shane bought me tickets to see Rob Thomas. It was supposed to be a lovely, romantic evening for the two of us. He got put on nights, so he couldn't take me. Jean loves things that I love so she said she would come and that David could drive me back to London the same night. Good plan. Almost.
It cost 4 dollars for two small pops. We figured there were refills, but didn't want to hang on to the cups, so we came up with a plan to just pick our cups out of the trash when we got thirsty again. And, love, that is just the beginning.
The opening act was Anna something. She was okay, but wore ugly clothes. Jean and I kept looking at eachother, asking, "Are those words? Is she singing in English?" And it was awesome because we had the same thoughts. As it turns out, if you know the song she's singing then it's easier to tell if she's saying real words or not.
Robert came on around 9 o'clock. He played some interesting songs. Apparently, he likes the songs he wrote when he was with MB20 but only if he gets to sing them crazy and abnormally. I barely recognized Bent and The Difference (aka the Boulevard song) was too fast.
There was this girl a couple rows up from us and I was pretty sure she was on some sort of nasty drug. She just seemed extra stupid. And the world is relatively dumb to begin with. I will show you my impression of her if you'd like. It's really good.
Jean and I like contraversy, so we really wanted to start a fight. We were all set to just start yelling at someone and then take a swing at them but miss and hit the person two rows ahead of us and then blame it on the person we were yelling at. It was a good plan, but we have short arms so there was no way we'd be able to reach that far. So Jean says, I'll just throw my shoe then.
And that is how it started. I said, "Okay. But let's wait until the concert is almost over." An hour later we re-evaluated the plan and realized that short of pretending to have a peg leg, if Jean threw her shoe she'd get caught because she would be the only person trying to leave with only one shoe on. She sat and mulled for a few minutes and then agreed that it was probably a good idea. Then she says, "Can I see your boot for a second? I just want to see what size it is."
The only thing that could possibly top that was our rendition of Smooth with air guitar. Santana wasn't there so the song didn't sound right, so we added the guitar noises ourselves. I'm actually surprised that we didn't create a riot with that...but RT fans are evidently mellow or on drugs.
The rest of the weekend was good. Rory made me laugh something wonderful. Hanging his head out the window of the freestyle he announced that he never wants to turn 19 again. And I don't blame him one bit.
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