
... safe and sound. We are headed to The Cure concert, which starts in about 20 minutes. She brought her hair products with her. If she punks herself out, I will post a pic! 

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21SoWal Expert
You're already gone....Hope you had funn!
Beach Fanatic
Hope you have a great time.Beach Fanatic
I want a full report! 

Skunky
I'm keeping an eye on the checking account
SoWal Insider
Ya'll have a blast! We want pictures and a trip report ASAP.
P.S. Ignore Skunky and the checkbook comment, he called and said "Buy whatever you want!"
P.S. Ignore Skunky and the checkbook comment, he called and said "Buy whatever you want!"
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picky
I know y'all will be groovin' to the music! 

Meow
I'm keeping an eye on the checking account
Better pull an all nighter.
percy
I hope one of them can remember the set list!
SoWal InsiderAuthor
LOL. We're good (and, we realized old) girls. What a great time we had. 
I can't report much until tomorrow. I'm all
and my ears are ringing and my back hurts. 
Punzy did not go all punk, she was nonconformist. Everyone was in black but she was chic in her green scarf. It was the most well behaved concert crowd ever! Even the punks were just pretending to be punks. But those clove cigarettes we smelled were real.
Seriously, it was just a bunch of Gen Xers happy to get out of the house.
The concert was great. I stumbled upon some amazing seats on Craigslist -- just off stage right, first row of seats off the floor. We had unobstructed views of Robert Smith! (he still looks creepy) and lead guitarist Porl Thompson. They were maybe 10-15 yards away. I think Punzy got some good pics.
The Cure sure had a lot of energy for a bunch of old guys. It was such a funn concert.
I had forgotten about half of their great songs; they had some good new stuff too.

I can't report much until tomorrow. I'm all
and my ears are ringing and my back hurts. 
Punzy did not go all punk, she was nonconformist. Everyone was in black but she was chic in her green scarf. It was the most well behaved concert crowd ever! Even the punks were just pretending to be punks. But those clove cigarettes we smelled were real.
Seriously, it was just a bunch of Gen Xers happy to get out of the house.The concert was great. I stumbled upon some amazing seats on Craigslist -- just off stage right, first row of seats off the floor. We had unobstructed views of Robert Smith! (he still looks creepy) and lead guitarist Porl Thompson. They were maybe 10-15 yards away. I think Punzy got some good pics.
The Cure sure had a lot of energy for a bunch of old guys. It was such a funn concert.
I had forgotten about half of their great songs; they had some good new stuff too.SoWal InsiderAuthor
I hope one of them can remember the set list!
The set list! That is a sore subject with Punzy.
We were chatting up the main security guard all night. Our spot was where all these people kept coming down the stairs to get good pictures. During the final encore some woman and her boyfriend or whatever came down and while standing right next to Punzy repeatedly harrassed one of the guys working back stage until he GAVE HER the set list. We got to read it. Punzy was rightly
. If anyone deserved the set list, it was Punzy! She was there all night dancing like a big fan and being nice to everyone! If she knew the set list was available for the taking she would have gotten it. :angry:SoWal Insider
Hey! Where was the concert venue??
Meow
...love the concert reporting from the two SoWal wenches letting loose on a Wednesday night! Must have pics!SoWal Expert
I'm so jealous!!! :angry:
picky
I like it that the "old guys" are in top form! (and TTF and Punzy, no way are you "old" girls...)
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percy
Seriously, it was just a bunch of Gen Xers happy to get out of the house.
I love this part!That's a drag about the obnoxious souvenir-seekers. Cretins.
superJfunn
i am so jealous. i had tickets for the red rocks show last month but wasn't there so i had to sell them 

Skunky
Better pull an all nighter.
It is ok, I have made air conditioning and lighting adjustments in the house that will offset some of her frivolity.

Beach Fanatic
I read the following on a blog - www.dooce.com and thought of you guys! Although I hope no one was giving you lap dances!!
http://www.dooce.com/2008/06/11/i-am-adult
Lately, I've been preoccupied with the parts of me that seem adult vs. the parts of me that maturity continues to elude. It's a two-columned mental list, divided by items like "getting married" (man!) and "want to have a monkey act as our ring-bearer." (man-child!) After seeing The Raconteurs (a.k.a. Jack White and Those Other Guys) perform a couple weeks ago, I added and triple-underlined a new item in my list's "adult" column: I no longer enjoy rock concerts.
Even if it's my favorite band in the world?The Hooters?I can only give 45 minutes of my attention before I grow restless and start fantasizing about being back home, watching a DVD. (e.g. Let's DVDance: The Definitive Hooters Collection) I hate encores. They used to feel like a precious secret between the band and me, now strike me as a labored formality. If the Hooters just said goodnight without playing "All You Zombies," I think there's a pretty good chance we'll be hearing an encore tonight. Stop treating us like babies.
I get frustrated over drink prices and coat check lines. I roll my eyes at every person snapping an Al Qaeda-quality video of the band on their cell phone, or the fact that the Tallest Man Who Has Ever Walked The Earth decided to position himself directly in front of me instead of standing at the very back of the venue with his back pressed against the wall, like a decent person.
At the tightly-packed Raconteurs show, one young man was whooping so loudly during Jack White's guitar solos that I fantasized about spitting my gum into his open mouth. And another person was grinding against my pelvis for so long and with such vigor, I had to break my usual rule of silent passive-aggression, and tell him to stop because "I feel like you're giving me a lapdance." I actually scolded him, just like a real grown-up.
http://www.dooce.com/2008/06/11/i-am-adult
Lately, I've been preoccupied with the parts of me that seem adult vs. the parts of me that maturity continues to elude. It's a two-columned mental list, divided by items like "getting married" (man!) and "want to have a monkey act as our ring-bearer." (man-child!) After seeing The Raconteurs (a.k.a. Jack White and Those Other Guys) perform a couple weeks ago, I added and triple-underlined a new item in my list's "adult" column: I no longer enjoy rock concerts.
Even if it's my favorite band in the world?The Hooters?I can only give 45 minutes of my attention before I grow restless and start fantasizing about being back home, watching a DVD. (e.g. Let's DVDance: The Definitive Hooters Collection) I hate encores. They used to feel like a precious secret between the band and me, now strike me as a labored formality. If the Hooters just said goodnight without playing "All You Zombies," I think there's a pretty good chance we'll be hearing an encore tonight. Stop treating us like babies.
I get frustrated over drink prices and coat check lines. I roll my eyes at every person snapping an Al Qaeda-quality video of the band on their cell phone, or the fact that the Tallest Man Who Has Ever Walked The Earth decided to position himself directly in front of me instead of standing at the very back of the venue with his back pressed against the wall, like a decent person.
At the tightly-packed Raconteurs show, one young man was whooping so loudly during Jack White's guitar solos that I fantasized about spitting my gum into his open mouth. And another person was grinding against my pelvis for so long and with such vigor, I had to break my usual rule of silent passive-aggression, and tell him to stop because "I feel like you're giving me a lapdance." I actually scolded him, just like a real grown-up.
Beach Fanatic
Oh my gosh, I had so much fun last night. Hats off to TFT for finding those AMAZING seats. we were first level, front row, the two seats closest to the stage. Robert Smith was looking right at us when he sang "Close to Me".
The set list was 30 songs (I don't remember much about the order -- but everything great except Friday I'm in Love and Letters to Elise, I think they played eveything else), but from the glance I got of the list they didn't really stick to it. They were supposed to finish with Friday I'm in Love and Close To Me, but I don't remember them doing Friday, and they did two more encores after Close to Me...so that little trophy wasn't as great as it might have been. If it had been handwritten, I'd have really been devastated.
Ah, that's what we get for behaving ourselves....the guy kept asking if we could see okay from where we were. At first I was like, duh -- front row first level, yeah we can see. Then I was like....OH! But, sadly, I don't think TFT is groupie material.;-)
The set list was 30 songs (I don't remember much about the order -- but everything great except Friday I'm in Love and Letters to Elise, I think they played eveything else), but from the glance I got of the list they didn't really stick to it. They were supposed to finish with Friday I'm in Love and Close To Me, but I don't remember them doing Friday, and they did two more encores after Close to Me...so that little trophy wasn't as great as it might have been. If it had been handwritten, I'd have really been devastated.
Ah, that's what we get for behaving ourselves....the guy kept asking if we could see okay from where we were. At first I was like, duh -- front row first level, yeah we can see. Then I was like....OH! But, sadly, I don't think TFT is groupie material.;-)
Beach Fanatic
Oh my gosh, I had so much fun last night. Hats off to TFT for finding those AMAZING seats. we were first level, front row, the two seats closest to the stage. Robert Smith was looking right at us when he sang "Close to Me".
The set list was 30 songs (I don't remember much about the order -- but everything great except Friday I'm in Love and Letters to Elise, I think they played eveything else), but from the glance I got of the list they didn't really stick to it. They were supposed to finish with Friday I'm in Love and Close To Me, but I don't remember them doing Friday, and they did two more encores after Close to Me...so that little trophy wasn't as great as it might have been. If it had been handwritten, I'd have really been devastated.
Ah, that's what we get for behaving ourselves....the guy kept asking if we could see okay from where we were. At first I was like, duh -- front row first level, yeah we can see. Then I was like....OH! But, sadly, I don't think TFT is groupie material.;-)
But those are 2 of my favorites!!!Beach Fanatic
Oh my gosh, I had so much fun last night. Hats off to TFT for finding those AMAZING seats. we were first level, front row, the two seats closest to the stage. Robert Smith was looking right at us when he sang "Close to Me".
i'm DYING over here!!!!
I LOVE THAT SONG and am INSANELY jealous!!!!
Glad you had funn!
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