I think the most hilarious moment was before we even walked into the venue. The line stretched around the building, and we were finally close to the front. One of the bouncers came from the door and started yelling, "Are there any minors in line? If you are not 21 please come up here!" Slowly, one by one, they start forming a line behind the bouncer. It seriously looked like they were playing "Follow the Leader." It was hilarious. The 21 and over crowd didn't hide their feelings and laughed hysterically. I was in that position not very long ago, but not anymore! Before we even made it to the show, Maya and I were pissed off because San Antonio's highway system blows and it took us thirty minutes to actually get to the venue once we saw it from the highway. We really needed a good laugh to start the night.
girl talk. last saturday. holyshitridiculouslyfuckingbadass.
It was basically just one huge dance party, but times 1,000. Being on stage for the entire show, elbowing a number of people, sweating until my shirt was soaked through, dancing my heart out with H-Town friends, stomping my feet as hard as I could, feeling like I was going to throw up from jumping so much, waiting for the guy dressed as a cop to blow air from a leaf-blower on my face, waking up sore as hell....I could go on. Dancing is just one of those things that can just make you forget everything for a few hours. There is no time to becoming pensive. The beats running through your head is just about all you can think about, and that is more than enough. It's no wonder raves were so popular. Well, besides the drugs.
If I went to a Girl Talk concert every week, that would be the best work out ever.
It was basically just one huge dance party, but times 1,000. Being on stage for the entire show, elbowing a number of people, sweating until my shirt was soaked through, dancing my heart out with H-Town friends, stomping my feet as hard as I could, feeling like I was going to throw up from jumping so much, waiting for the guy dressed as a cop to blow air from a leaf-blower on my face, waking up sore as hell....I could go on. Dancing is just one of those things that can just make you forget everything for a few hours. There is no time to becoming pensive. The beats running through your head is just about all you can think about, and that is more than enough. It's no wonder raves were so popular. Well, besides the drugs.
If I went to a Girl Talk concert every week, that would be the best work out ever.
