True Love
True love is the GTB attending the concert of an artist he described as a "one-man acoustic boy band" because no one else would go with me. It was very nice of him to go. It was a good show. But allow me to gripe about my fellow concert-goers...
Picture it. There we stand, in the Something Gymnasium at Georgetown University. Standing in front of us are the Poor Man's Adam Brody and his Fratty Friend, who is sporting every frattalicious trend possible. Popped collar, striped grosgrain belt, faded orange cap with worn-out brim that's forcing his too-long hair to flip out into "frat wings" or the "frat spoiler," as I'm told that hairstyle is called. Two females accompany PMAB and FF. Standing diagonally to us, next to PMAB, FF et al., are two (of many) cutoff-jean-skirt girls with tiny underarm purses (CJSGwTUP). For the first half of the show, we are all able to coexist peacefully. Behind us, however, were some superfans--a few girls who were going on and on to each other (loudly) about how much they LOOOOOOOVE Jason Mraz, know all of his songs, and act like they're BFF with all of the band members. They belt out the lyrics (in my ear) to one popular song as though they're "in the know" (The Onion's Jackie Harvey goes to college), then for the next hour they sit on the floor and play with their cell phones. Once the superfans are quieted by their ultracool phones I figure I'll be able to enjoy the rest of the concert. But I have somehow failed to notice the departure of the CJSGwTUP. Apparently PMAB, FF and crew have taken advantage of CJSGwTUP's absence and have moved into "their" spot. When CJSGwTUP return from the ladies' room, they step DIRECTLY in front of me and stop short. Practically on my foot, and certainly blocking my view of the stage. "Oh my gaaaaaah!" exclaims one CJSGwTUP to the other. "Someone has invaded our space!" Ah, the irony. About 2 songs later I am able to find a spot with a better view than the back of CJSGwTUP's passe crinkled camisole. My celebration is cut short, however, by the appearance of another fratty character, some guy in a tracksuit jacket whose hairstyle is some cross between a typical bowl haircut and a Dorothy Hamill wedge. I swear, the things that are considered "cool" these days...Anyway, true love is Pete's willingness to sacrifice his view of the stage in order to give me his spot, so I can see what's going on. Or maybe he thought looking at FF's frat wings was a far sight better than watching Jason Mraz do the Robot.
Picture it. There we stand, in the Something Gymnasium at Georgetown University. Standing in front of us are the Poor Man's Adam Brody and his Fratty Friend, who is sporting every frattalicious trend possible. Popped collar, striped grosgrain belt, faded orange cap with worn-out brim that's forcing his too-long hair to flip out into "frat wings" or the "frat spoiler," as I'm told that hairstyle is called. Two females accompany PMAB and FF. Standing diagonally to us, next to PMAB, FF et al., are two (of many) cutoff-jean-skirt girls with tiny underarm purses (CJSGwTUP). For the first half of the show, we are all able to coexist peacefully. Behind us, however, were some superfans--a few girls who were going on and on to each other (loudly) about how much they LOOOOOOOVE Jason Mraz, know all of his songs, and act like they're BFF with all of the band members. They belt out the lyrics (in my ear) to one popular song as though they're "in the know" (The Onion's Jackie Harvey goes to college), then for the next hour they sit on the floor and play with their cell phones. Once the superfans are quieted by their ultracool phones I figure I'll be able to enjoy the rest of the concert. But I have somehow failed to notice the departure of the CJSGwTUP. Apparently PMAB, FF and crew have taken advantage of CJSGwTUP's absence and have moved into "their" spot. When CJSGwTUP return from the ladies' room, they step DIRECTLY in front of me and stop short. Practically on my foot, and certainly blocking my view of the stage. "Oh my gaaaaaah!" exclaims one CJSGwTUP to the other. "Someone has invaded our space!" Ah, the irony. About 2 songs later I am able to find a spot with a better view than the back of CJSGwTUP's passe crinkled camisole. My celebration is cut short, however, by the appearance of another fratty character, some guy in a tracksuit jacket whose hairstyle is some cross between a typical bowl haircut and a Dorothy Hamill wedge. I swear, the things that are considered "cool" these days...Anyway, true love is Pete's willingness to sacrifice his view of the stage in order to give me his spot, so I can see what's going on. Or maybe he thought looking at FF's frat wings was a far sight better than watching Jason Mraz do the Robot.
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I should add that at one point, Pete nudged me and said of FF, "Uh-oh! The popped collar is starting to wilt." SECONDS later the collar in question was restored to its fully-popped glory.
I should also add that while GTB referred to J Mraz as a "one-man acoustic boy band," J Mraz is not a one man operation. Which I, of course, already knew. So perhaps the slur should just be shortened to "acoustic boy band." Which I, of course, still find offensive.
He did the robot?! I love MrA-Z. I am considering staying the spring semester so that I will be that much closer to his tour date in London. I'm sure MOB and FOB would foot that bill.
All the Blog titles come up in Italian. It is confusing.
LindsMOH--not to say you shouldn't stay in Italy for the next semester as well, but there was already someone there holding up the sign: "Mrs. (Mr.)A-Z"--I couldn't see the person, so I can only assume it was a young lady.
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