Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Heroin. Peppermint-flavored heroin.
Man, the weirdest thing just happened. I went out to run errands and threw on Vel's old B-52s Cosmic Thing concert shirt from 1990. (Don't worry, I saw them for myself a mere 14 years later). I was in the grocery store just picking up some dinner and Love Shack came on. Now, neither the odds of being in the grocery store nor of hearing Love Shack are really all that low. I mean seriously, if you made up a list of the top five most-played-out songs of all time, Love Shack would be on there. I'm not saying I don't like it but I could quite possibly go my whole life without ever hearing it again and not miss it.
And yet somehow, standing there in the grocery store, I still felt like one of those geeks who wears the band's own shirt to the concert. Or maybe it was because I was in a very unsocial (but good) mood and the fear that someone would make a joke to me rose ferociously. Then again, the Kroger in South Arlington doesn't strike me as the B-52s demographic. It's not that I was the only white person in there, but I was the only white person under 30. Oh my god, I just realized I need to milk the shit out of the phrase while I still can.
And you know what sucks balls? I was looking at the band's website just now and they are totally playing Dallas exactly on my birthday. How cool is that? Well actually, it's not cool at all because it's at the new House of Blues (didn't even know they built one here, obviously I'm a hip, hip lady) and the tickets are $67.50. I could not make this up. AND it's Ticketmaster, so tack on another $13 each or so. I have a feeling you're paying for the venue rather than the band but who the fuck are they kidding?? If I'm not shelling out for Erasure, I'm sure as shit not shelling out nearly $100 for The B-52s, sorry guys.