I went to the Radiohead concert last night, which was inexplicably awesome. Aside from the rain, which I would have loved any other day, things were great. When standing in line to get in, there was a mass of people, and of all the people in the world, I got stuck standing in front of a group consisting of two girls and two guys. They had the most pointless conversation in the world. The girls talked about mindless things such as blogs, liking someone’s hair, which led to a discussion of “hair down there” and a birthday party with only cute single people. The worst part was that they were so loud in my ear with their banter that I couldn’t help but laugh. I was trying desperately hard to hold in the laughter. Well, you know me!
While waiting for the show to start, there was another group of guys in front of us that was on some kind of whacky weed. They were hilarious! I made small talk with one of the guys that was beside me (he was apart of the group). He talked about his friends and kept pointing out to his friend that “not bringing your own lighter but having cigarettes is not a Radiohead thing to do,” but they were fun. I think I even filmed them because they were just too funny.
The people behind me were some awesome Hispanics. They were talking about all kinds of things in Spanish. The funny part was that one of the guys was in a band and was criticizing people as they walked by in Spanish, thinking that no one could understand him. I’m so glad that I’m bilingual. It made me laugh! Oddly, I wasn’t my normal bubbly, giggly, loud self last night due to some serious lack of sleep (what’s new) and a chill that I just couldn’t shake off. I was so cold that even after I warmed up, my muscles still ached and my bones were cold. Poor James even tried to warm me up. I just couldn’t warm up. I think something might be wrong with me. I finally warmed up right before I went to sleep, thankfully. Yeah, I’m definitely going to have to get my annual physical soon. It was seriously awesome, though. OH, the band that opened for Radiohead was HORRIBLE! They were not-so-great, but one girl in a pistachio-colored, black printed, baby doll blouse seemed to like them. She was the only one. She was seriously jamming to them. The lead singer was just odd…yes, I filmed that too! The best part for me was, later on, when Thom Yorke sang, “I don’t want to be your friend…” well if you know the song, you know the rest of the lyrics (the one I got in trouble for singing really loud in the wrong place). He about had my heart right then and there, no lie.
Cheers to a great concert!
Love,
Ari
