Hey, Good Morning all.
Weelll…
Um. Oh yes, what of my date?
That’s kind of tough to say.
I got an unexpected e-mail last night, before my date, and it was an annoucement that my friend Stew’s band was playing and I thought "Who wouldn’t want to go see a Rockets Burst from Treehouses show? They are lots of fun and you can throw your shoes at them while they are playing the “I lost my Shoes” song.
I am glad i got this e-mail because my pretty boy didn’t have anything planned except maybe catch a flick so he was totally open to this suggestion.
Except this was an all ages show and it was full of little 14 year-old punks and me and my boy are both 23 and Stew is 28 so he probably felt like an ass playing for these little kids who still thought it was cool to dance by kicking and punching each other. Poor Stew. And I felt a little uncomfortable being one of probably oldest members of the audience.
So there was this one kid, maybe 16 or so, who was not into the music so much, but was really enthusiastic about having an excuse to punch people. Having been a former punk myself once (I’m all grown up now), I understand that REAL punks are not all about fighting and this kid didn’t understand that. In any other venue, this kid would have been thrown out promptly by security, but this was at Art Space and Shep, the owner, doesn’t really pay attention to what’s going on sometimes. This kid’s nose was bleeding heavily and he made no attempt to stop it or wipe it off. I think he left it there as a status symbol or something. Then he started yelling about how people are all sheep and how much we all suck- it may have had some merit, but the argument was not well thought out, mostly ranting.
I’ll skip ahead-
somehow he and my date crossed paths at one point in the night and my poor pretty boy didn’t want to fight with a sixteen-year old so he tried to stay out of his way but the liitle prick kept bothering him and egging him on- he even hit him a couple of times but my pretty boy tried his damnest to ignore him-
until Stew played the shoe song and I guess my pretty little boy had had enough from the little prick because instead of tossing his shoes on stage as is the custom for that song, he pitched it right at the back of the kid’s head and hit him squarely in the occipital lobe.
This was so completely unexpected and ludicrous that I choked on the Diet Coke i was drinking.
And the little punk and his little friends didn’t take to this to well. I was worried that they were going to leap on him and overtake poor pretty boy but sheer numbers, like army ants that tear apart a scorpion.
Stew saw what was going on from the stage and he stopped the song abruptly. And the show ended and me and my pretty boy had to flee- imagine that! Fleeing from a bunch of 14-year old punks! We met up later with Stew after the show and he apologized for agreeing to play at such a crappy venue, as if it were is fault.
It was wonderful- I felt like a silly teenager again, even though I didn’t have the manic-panic dyed hair and the spikes this time around.
I’m not sure if my pretty boy thought it was all that keen, but at least he pretended to.
We got to be quasi-adults after that for a little while, though. We went out for coffee like the grown-ups do and talked and listened. That was the nicer, or at least the more civil part.
Um-
I think in my OP I said I hoped that our date wouldn’t be boring, and at leats I achieved that much. But next time, I will take all of your suggestions instead. They don’t sound lie someone could get hurt.
