While at the concert on Thursday, we witnessed a tragic sight. Band Groupies. And worse yet, they were Band Groupies for a good, but not-hugely-known-outside-of-Texas artist. A good artist at that. I respect and like Bob Schneider for his music and his lack of need for radio play and the next big single. But that is an entirely different point. These girls (older women pretending to be girls) were the kind that had gotten there early and planted themselves against the stage before the opening act (Matt the Electrician) was even playing. They were a bit on the yuck side.
Being our fabulous (read - sometimes a bit judgmental) selves, we noticed that one of the girls had decided a ribbed tank top and tuxedo-style, halter vest were a good, fashionable combination. It was most definitely not. Upon noticing this catastrophe, we did what all single girls in the city slugging miller lite from a plastic cup do, we took a solemn oath. N. a.k.a. “Oath Leader” made us all raise our hands and swear that we would never think the tank top / halter vest was a good idea and as friends, we would never let each other leave the house looking that tragic. Upon completing the oath, we cheered each other, swigged our beer and looked up and noticed that tank top / vest girl was glancing at us a bit. Busted. Crap, it is no fun to people-watch / outfit mock if you are going to get caught.
Forward the evening a few hours. Bob is on stage and playing. (Apparently according to our friend, Steve, he sucked. As a Bob virgin, I had no idea. I just blindly had fun drinking crappy beer (a.k.a. Miller Lite) and hanging with my friends). N. and I have just rejoined the circle after another beer run an are listening to the music. N. says something funny and goes to move back. The next thing I see is N. in slow motion heading for the floor with her beer in her hand above her head and tipping over. I Go-Go-Gadgeted my arms and grabbed the beer, sparing about a 1/3 of it, which I think is pretty good. N. lays on the floor wondering if a) she can slowly meld into it and b) anyone noticed the graceful moment that just happened.
We all wondered if Instant Karma hadn’t just bit us in the ass a bit.
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