Do you want to know who's pretty? People who go to Rush concerts, that's who.
I am certain the folks sashaying into that venue were the same people hitting fashion week in New York. If fashion week suddenly brought the black concert t-shirt and those knee-length jean shorts for men into style.
And when did it become okay to wear the concert t-shirt of the band you are SEEING to the concert?
Oh, looking at Rush fans was fascinating. It was like every guy from high school whose name you never quite knew because he was never at any parties or dances or football games or where the hell did he even eat lunch? all congregated in one spot.
We sat on the lawn. Because we are cheap. Here is a photo of me before the concert, looking anticipatory.
Or maybe not so much anticipatory as tolerant. Sort of. Ooo! And I just noticed the uncool black woman was captured on film! I'm so excited! See the woman right behind me in the purple and green lawn chair?
I was gonna talk about her and I had no idea we'd taken her photo. I hope she doesn't read this blog.
I could not get enough of watching her once ridiculous Rush hit the stage. Oh, she gyrated. She played air keyboards. And air bass. She was honestly the least-cool black woman you have ever seen. I was riveted.
And I am sorry to stereotype, but how many black women, or black people in general, do you know who are all up into the Rush? I'll bet she was slammin' until the day she found that first album. She probably had boyfriends and nice clothes and maybe even knew you shouldn't air bass. Ever.
At any rate, Marvin enjoyed himself. He did not air anything, thank God. He did get drunk, though. I was wandering around looking at the food because what else was I gonna do, and I noticed they sold Mike's HARDER Lemonade, which is apparently more malt-y than original Mike's Hard lemonade. And you know that is Marvin's manly drink of choice.
So I told him and he dashed over there like he was David Hasselhoff or something. They sold him a GIANT can and I knew we were in trouble. Because Marvin is quite a hardy drinker.
Some teenaged guys came by carrying a sign that read, "Free hugs" and Marvin screamed out that he wanted one. Fortunately they did not hear him. Or perhaps chose to ignore the creepy middle-aged guy with the Mike's can who wanted a free hug. Who else did they think they were gonna give free hugs to at a Rush concert?
So that is the story. All the way home yesterday I had to hear recaps of what Marvin liked at the Rush concert. He kept asking me if I liked how they did this song or that song and I kept having to reiterate to him that I had NO IDEA WHAT ANY OF THE SONGS WERE except for Tom Sawyer. Which explains why all the men were wearing those jean shorts.
