The auditorium smelled stale and pissy like a retirement home but that's 'cause it was packed with senior citizens. [ Invest in some perfume. x_x ]
So anywho, Grandma buys us some tickets to go see Itzhak Perlman in concert and I'm thinking, 'crap, this is gonna cut into my internet time. >_<' like the stupid Gaia addicted teen I am. We get there and Granny's screamin' all over the place about how she's going to piss her pants. Mom shoves her out the door and we drive off to a parking garage.
We bought the poor people seats so we're stationed on Mars. x'D And since we're so far away I have to relate everything Mr. Perlman says to my deaf family units. [Mother's squeaking go-go boots don't help. xd ]
His playing was beautiful! *.* I was in heaven. His fingers and hand were moving so fast it was hard to see it. I felt like an untrained ninja. ninja
[Innit weird how Gaia updates the posting styles for the forums but it never reaches the guilds and journals?]
It would have been even better if it weren't for the uncultured idiots in the audience that kept clapping between movements, the little girl who used flash photography [her mother smiled at her and when I glared, patted her hand and smiled more. >_<;], the cough drop wrappers, and the ridiculously loud cell phone ring. Last time I go to a concert in Daytona. stare
Even worse, Granny tried to hold in the biggest gas bomb of her life and it sounded like she was trying to fart out Moon Mud. XD Mom was also chewing gum like a cow. &.& Moo! &3
It was a very interesting night. ^^; [Excluding the a*****e 20-something who smiled and whistled at me. D<] There was also a fight outside the Starbucks we were in. One more reason not to go back to Daytona. Stupid teenagers! [Now that song is in my head. D :]
*waddles off towards St. Auggie where Art Walk is being held* &3
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