Pot Heads, Reading Minds, & MUSE

So, this weekend was absolutely fabulous, I must say. Between Lee's gay voice, nearly dying on the "rollercoaster" in Justin's car, and having such a wonderful pancake experience that I had to grip Amber in order to share my joy, I feel that my last few days have been great to say the least. Let me start from the beginning, when we arrived in Austin. First off, when we got to downtown we got a little lost....sort of. We circled this one block for, oh, I'd say, about 5 1/2 hours, before getting directions to the MUSE concert that were accurate. Justin kept trying to make the Austin Convention Center and Austin City Hall our venue, but that really wasn't working. (Side note: I think everyone in Austin gets together and says "Hey our official city color is black, so everybody wear black....pass it on.") Anyhoo, we finally got there (the Austin Music Hall), waited in a looooong line, and got to the door. I was then molested by the "security" chick, who promptly told me that I would have to either put my camera (which I forgot probably wouldn't be allowed inside) in the car or I could "throw it away." First of all, is she high??? Yeah, I think I'll throw my digital camera away. sheesh.

So, I return back from the car and am molested again, allowed to enter past the humorless "security" chick with the horrible bleach job, see the overpriced t-shirts, and locate the crew. We witness the opening act, and yeah, it was not pretty. At first I was enjoying some of their songs and then it just got real obnoxious. Amber later said what I was thinking the whole time Razor-sucks-lite, or whatever their name is, was up there. It was like they were trying to be Led Zepplin or the Rolling Stones and were sucking hard core at it. It was obvious that they were all drunk or high or both. The lead singer had no idea where he was going on stage, dropping his mic at one point, and never knowing where his next guitar was suppose to be. But the cherry on this lame performance was the lead singer unbuttoning, then completely taking off his shirt, and then telling the audience during the last part of their last song to "hold their excitement," as if he was going to give us all the most mind-blowing musical orgasm we've ever experienced. Sigh. It's too bad they acted so badly, cause I think their music could've actually been good if they had tried a little bit harder not to make us hate them.

Once we got the losers off the stage, we waited an agonizing 45 minutes for MUSE to come out. I was touched in places that I have hoped I would never be touched by complete strangers, but at least I wasn't Amber or Angela. The retarded pot heads in front of them were maybe 16, completely rude, and apparently Canadian. :) Once MUSE had taken the stage the Canadian jerks in front of Amber lit a roach and proceeded to blow smoke right in Amber's face. After that, it was lots of fun "reading Amber's mind." hehe. Sorry Amber, I couldn't help myself. Her text messages about these assholes were hilarious. But aside from the concert being tooooooo loud (the sound system sucked--you could barely hear him sing), it was awesome! I would go again, but only if I have my own designated space--I don't ever want some drunk Asians jumping around that close to me EVER again.

I must say, though, my night was complete once I had those sumptuous pancakes, regained my hearing, saw Lee rockin' out to "Dream On," and listened to lots of Radiohead on the way home. Thank you everyone for a GREAT time!