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my
dilema wasnt whether i was going to use the mysterious ticket that was
ridiculously close to the stage in the v.i.p. section, but whether i
was going to spend $7.50 on each Bud, or throw down $10 for each Red
Hook.
even
though i was being flowed the beers, it was still a decision that i
struggled with, but as i saw that not the only people who attend these
sorts of concerts are very young girls, i ordered up two red hooks and
left a sweet tip.
all
sorts of people were at the show: hot babes, hot moms, gay guys, fat
guys, little kids, super little kids, little kids dressed up dirty and
tasteless, college girls dressed up slutty and amazing, girls dressed
as catholic school britney, girls dressed as sweet britney.
everyone
had those low rider jeans. it made you think they dont sell any other
kind any more.
me,
i just drank the first one, then i drank the second one and waited for
niki costa to finish warming up the crowd.
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