- It was far more expensive.
- It was a five hour drive, round trip.
- The singers had that bewildered "What am I doing in Sacramento?" look.
- The sound system in the Arco Arena was like four winos farting in a steel drum.
- From our seats, the singers looked like colorful grains of rice.
- Wooden seats.
This did not deter us from our determination to enjoy being in the same zip code with manufactured minor celebrities who could not be heard above the screaming. At least we could see them on the grainy projection screens on each side of the stage. The large screens reminded me of sweet, sweet television, but without the clarity.
Two enthusiastic girls in front of us brought a huge sign that obscured my view of everything but my own clenched fists. I don't mean to be unkind, but even without the signage, these girls chewed up a lot of real estate. They were excited to be within mortar distance of actual celebrities. After letting them have their fun, I finally had to tap them on the shoulders and give the "WTF???" crotchety old coot look. This dampened their enthusiasm for a full half minute before they felt it was time to ignore me and blot out my view of the stage again. It is unlikely they are Dilbert readers, but I still think it is funny that they went to the show hoping to see unimportant celebrities while one was tapping them on the shoulder and wishing they were dead.
Still, I have to say it was worth it just to see (sort of) David Archuleta belt out a few tunes that blew the doors off the stadium and sent 8,000 young girls into premature ovulation. The winner of this year's American Idol, David Cook, ended the show with a demonstration of natural superstar charisma that was a joy to experience.
But television is good too.
Votes: +12
Comments
I could tell this guy was magic from the first time I saw him on Idol, and he didn't even have to pull a coin from behind my ear. He's going to be HUGE, and I don't mean like the girls that blocked your view at the Idol concert. I love him dearly, and we're not even related.
David is incredibly talented, has an endearing personality, and is way cute so I'm sure the media will be out to get him. Watch his back for him, Scott. After all, because of him, you didn't have to open the doors on the way out to your car.
Thanks for the laughs. Loved your spin on the concert.
And please, before somebody jumps all over my kidneys for joking about stolen adrenals, I'm an organ donor. I'm just not done using it yet.
I thought you said these were celebrities.
I thought part of the definition of "celebrity" is "someone who is famous for something."
He is amazing!! and I can understand the screams--I was one of them in Glendale.
This is a sad day in history.
I was wondering if your glasses broke due to all that high-pitched screaming emitted from pre-pubescent females
Our upcoming election is more like an Americal Idol contest in which Barack Obama will surely win. All show and no sustance.
That was my first good belly laugh of the day. Thank you.
- paying an arm and a leg for parking, not to mention gas
- fighting stampedes and triple gridlocks on the way in and out (while breathing first class smog)
- the wonderful smells you don't get at home, like: garlic fries, overpowering perfumes/deodorants etc., buckets of sweat, 3 month old garbage (and that is hoping that you were able to avoid going to the restrooms ...)
- which reminds me, standing in line throughout half the concert to reach a filthy restroom (out of toilet paper of course and it shows on the walls)
- being deaf for the next 5 weeks (could be a positive if you have a nagging wife/relatives or want to qualify for a disabled tag)
- the virtual certainty of catching a horrible bug from the coughing and sneezing all around you (or if that fails there is always the festering 3 month old garbage crawling up your legs)
This whole package deal goes by the name 'awesome atmosphere'.
Party on people.
