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Holy crap I just saw Ok Go and somebody better get a spatula because I am completely floored. I love that band so hard. Oh man. Mara and I got there early, and were front and center for the whole thing, so close the band was life size instead of the usual "they were like two feet tall, I was so amazingly close man!" and I completely grabbed Damian Kulash's butt as he surfed overhead. I have neither regrets nor shame. Grab life by the horns, you know. Or I guess maybe the right buttock, if that's the sort of thing life presents to you.
He later explained to us that he didn't actually intend to be surfing anywhere when he stepped off the stage and hopped the little fence. His plan was to wade into the masses and, I dunno, chill or something. I think his exact words were "mingle with the proletariat." But as soon as he got off the stage (directly in front of me, incidently) we swarmed, first playing "touch the lead singer! touch him!" and then the mass of hands lifted him up and started playing "pass the lead singer around! pass him!" with the rest of the crowd. And as he passed over my head the second time, on his way back to the stage, he reached out and grabbed my hand. I totally held hands with Damian Kulash of Ok Go for like five seconds. It was completely awesome. Yeah, I see that look you're giving the monitor right now, and I will have none of that. You would have been pretty pumped, too. And in your heart of hearts, you and I both know that you would also have gone for his posterior on the first pass. It's a nice posterior.
And at the end, they even did their dance.
The only downer was the assortment of particularly tall Eegahs who shoehorned their way in front of us after the concert started. I wound up stuck behind the tallest asian guy this side of the NBA, but I wasn't annoyed with him since he'd been in that spot since before Mara and I even got to the stage. The other guys, however...here's the thing, when you wedge your way in front of me or my friends at a concert just for the sake of being a foot closer when you're taller than everybody else anyway, I get angry. And I will do whatever it takes to make you so uncomfortable you start to edge the hell out of my way.
No matter how much space there is behind me, I will stand so uncomfortably close to you that you can't put your arms back down after clapping your hands over your head. I will scream WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! much closer to your ear than strictly necessary. I'll wait, poised and ready to spring, for you to start dancing around a little bit, and step a bit closer when you're off balance so you have to half-stumble aside a little. I will "accidently" goose you with my purse. I will do these things because, frankly, you deserve it, you absolute arse.
Despite being in the midst of Richard Kiel lookalikes (no matter how I hopped about or craned my neck, I could not see the guitarist, which was very disappointing because I think he's the cute one of the bunch), the show was pretty amazing. Even the weather was amazing; here we're in the second week of November already and I was outside in a t-shirt at night. And then we got home and I finished making my cheesecake and that was amazing.
It was a good night.
He later explained to us that he didn't actually intend to be surfing anywhere when he stepped off the stage and hopped the little fence. His plan was to wade into the masses and, I dunno, chill or something. I think his exact words were "mingle with the proletariat." But as soon as he got off the stage (directly in front of me, incidently) we swarmed, first playing "touch the lead singer! touch him!" and then the mass of hands lifted him up and started playing "pass the lead singer around! pass him!" with the rest of the crowd. And as he passed over my head the second time, on his way back to the stage, he reached out and grabbed my hand. I totally held hands with Damian Kulash of Ok Go for like five seconds. It was completely awesome. Yeah, I see that look you're giving the monitor right now, and I will have none of that. You would have been pretty pumped, too. And in your heart of hearts, you and I both know that you would also have gone for his posterior on the first pass. It's a nice posterior.
And at the end, they even did their dance.
The only downer was the assortment of particularly tall Eegahs who shoehorned their way in front of us after the concert started. I wound up stuck behind the tallest asian guy this side of the NBA, but I wasn't annoyed with him since he'd been in that spot since before Mara and I even got to the stage. The other guys, however...here's the thing, when you wedge your way in front of me or my friends at a concert just for the sake of being a foot closer when you're taller than everybody else anyway, I get angry. And I will do whatever it takes to make you so uncomfortable you start to edge the hell out of my way.
No matter how much space there is behind me, I will stand so uncomfortably close to you that you can't put your arms back down after clapping your hands over your head. I will scream WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! much closer to your ear than strictly necessary. I'll wait, poised and ready to spring, for you to start dancing around a little bit, and step a bit closer when you're off balance so you have to half-stumble aside a little. I will "accidently" goose you with my purse. I will do these things because, frankly, you deserve it, you absolute arse.
Despite being in the midst of Richard Kiel lookalikes (no matter how I hopped about or craned my neck, I could not see the guitarist, which was very disappointing because I think he's the cute one of the bunch), the show was pretty amazing. Even the weather was amazing; here we're in the second week of November already and I was outside in a t-shirt at night. And then we got home and I finished making my cheesecake and that was amazing.
It was a good night.
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