I mean, it isn't anyone's fault, but in the past, concerts have just never worked out well for the late party girls. Our tastes in music are too different. If you hop in Penny's car, there will probably be country music playing. Roxanne will Lady Gaga your face off. My music has been described as "weird shit dot com."
Oh, and occasionally Rox and Pen will both listen to music that makes you want to, ahem, "drop it like it's hot" and etc.
It doesn't matter. We convince each other and beg each other to visit concerts for artists the others have barely heard of.
Vye and Penny: OKAY!
At the actual concert: UGH, get us out of here!! Let's go eat some foooood!
Before you start blaming Vyelit and Penny for thinking with their inner fat girls, let me explain what happened: the worst. band. ever.
Think of the worst band you've ever heard. Now imagine if that band's lead singer was bitten by a baby jaguar, infected with it's baby jaguar growling, and now, all they can do is play three guitar cords really fast and really loud and gurgle like baby jaguars. THAT was the opening act.
I thought at first, "hey maybe I'm being harsh. Maybe I'm being my awful, judgy, Lorraine self." Then, I heard the guy next to me scream, "This is what my nightmares sound like!" and I knew that, yes, this was actually real life. This was actually happening.
Other highlights heard from the audience while this band was playing: "I'd rather chop off my own balls." "I'm sorry. We've all died and gone to hell." "OMG LET'S JUST GO GET FOOD." (That was Vyelit.) "I'm too old for this!" (That was Penny.)
The next band kind of sucked too, but I think it's because the first band ruined music for me. Even when Sleigh Bells came out, and of course rocked everyone's faces off, I left the concert thinking, "what the heck was that first band doing?!"
We thought we would hang around downtown after the concert was over, but it was COLD. I mean, Florida cold, so like in the 40's, I guess. Plus, Vye had a headache she blamed on the baby (?) and Penny was hungry and I was sleepy. Jesus, we are old.
Anyhow, long story short, we ended up at a McDonalds drive-thru, because somehow in the wee hours of the morning, THAT seemed like an awesome idea. The guy at the window was like 7 years old and kind of ditzy. Between us, there was a lot of confusion and I ended up driving away without grabbing back my check card. As I rounded the corner, I heard him yell, "YOUNG LADY!"
Aaaaand I lost it. I died laughing.
"Seriously," Penny side eyed me. "The highlight of your entire night was someone calling you young lady?"
Hope you all had wonderful, baby-jaguar-less weekends.