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Friday, November 20, 2009

Old... like 35

Last night Michelle and I went to see Minus the Bear play. While we were waiting in line to get in, we noticed the abundance of younger people also waiting to get into the show:

  • The slutty chick who had to speak loud enough so that everyone within 20 feet of her knew she was facebooking on her phone.
  • The drunken guy that kept leaning on me and repeatedly saying, "Sorry, I'm drunk." To which Michelle or I would answer, "We know, you told us that 2 minutes ago".
  • The skinny kid in pants that were too tight, expect in the butt, where, I presume, he kept room for crapping himself when he gets too drunk or lazy to go to the bathroom.

  • That was part 1.

    Later during the show, while looking around for the source of someone engaging in reefer madness, while scratching my temple near my gray hairs, I commented to Michelle, "We're probably the third and fourth oldest people in this room."

    That was part 2.

    Since Michelle and I are both fans of Minus the Bear, we listen to them at home. Logan hears their music and has become familiar with it. During the song "Ice Monster", Michelle recalled and shared a story of how Logan responded to the lyrics of that song, "Take a step back and turn yourself around," by spinning around and saying, "I am turning around."
    I told her, "We're at a concert and talking about our kids."
    She said, "Yeah, we're old."
    I said, "We both had dental work done today."
    (I wasn't lying either.)
    We had to get close to hear each other over the music, crowd noise, and the earplugs we were wearing.

    That was part 3.

    Later that night, when we were leaving, we came across some kid who asked where an ATM was. He didn't have any cash to pay the parking fee. Michelle gave him $2 and said, "Here you go sonny. Stay in school." (Or something close to that.) Noticing he also wore dumpy ass, tight leg pants, I told him to get some new pants. (Seriously.)
    Then we got in our Buick and drove home.

    That was part 3.
    Oh wait I already said part 3, my memory is a little fuzzy.


    PS. Did you see this post yet?

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    3 Comments:

    Anonymous Steve typed so nicely:

    You should have ran the stupid bastard over in the parking lot.

    4:25 PM  
    Blogger rhetoricdying typed so nicely:

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    5:53 PM  
    Blogger rhetoricdying typed so nicely:

    Ha! You're so old. You're pants aren't dumpy in the bottom because the Depends fill them out. I like music concerts!

    5:54 PM  

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