Ways to tell I am drunk (or how I spent my Friday and other weekend lists)

- Tequila seems like a good idea. I need to have a few drinks in me to even consider taking a shot of tequila that is offered to me. It is a whole 'nother story when I actually volunteer for it.

- My friend tells me that everyone is checking us out while dancing to "Life is a Highway", and I believe her. Because, at that moment, nothing is sexier than me grooving to Tom Cochran.

- I make a whole series of new friends in the woman's bathroom, and profess my friendship to them by offering to share my drink with them.

- I decide that everything I have to say is inherently interesting, so I fill in my friends about my internal debate about whether to eat a bagel after we leave the bar.
Pro: Bagels are tasty. And bread soaks up booze.
Cons: I'm not even hungry. And one bagel is equal to approximately a loaf of bread in carb values.

- I shout out things such as "That's Doctor Marion Jones!" (Referring to myself. Don't even ask. I'm not on steroids, I just was doing some stellar sprinting.)

- I send my boyfriend text messages saying things such as "Yay for love from drunk Princess!". And then, after I crawl into bed with him that night, he wakes up to the smell of vodka.

So, yeah, that was pretty much my Friday night. Unintentional on all parts, as I was just gonna have a quiet movie night with a girl friend before we got the call about a birthday celebration. We broke into the sake over dinner, and it was all downhill from there, I'm afraid. I tend not to be a big partier, so it was good fun. Except for the next day...

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Ways to tell you are the most obnoxious concert-goer ever:

- You wear what must be steel-toed boots (or perhaps even tap shoes) to a concert hall with wooden floors.

- You frantically stomp off key to every song... even the slow ones, to such an extent that everyone is looking around to find out where the random vibrations are coming from. As such, you gain the nickname Riverdance.

- You flail your elbows in close proximity to others, to such point that people are spending more time dodging you than watching the show.

- During the songs, you randomly shout out bad 70s punch-lines, like "Ooooh, yeah, that's the spot" or "Yeah yeah yeah drop the bomb!"

- When the lead singer is explaining the meaning of a song, or talking about something otherwise important to them, you shout out into the silence "Get on with the song, man!". Double points for calling the singer by their first name as you bash them, such as "Come on, Amy, get the words out!"

This was luckily the man standing behind me. My friend actually turned to him and said "Just stop." It worked for a few minutes, at least.

Anyways, other than Riverdance's focused attempt to ruin the concert experience for those in his immediate vicinity, it was an absolutely stellar show. A fabulous Canadian indie rock band called Stars were playing. They actually played two encores, the crowd was so hyped.



Words can't really describe what a great live show will do to you. It is the most amazing feeling to just lose oneself in the music and become oblivious to everything around you and just move.

I go to a lot of concerts, and one of the things I have learned to be true is that every live show you go to should leave you feeling differently about the band than prior to the show. It's horribly wrong to leave with the same sentiment, as it means the band didn't do their job-- it's almost better to go out with a bad taste in your mouth then for it to be so unmemorable.
Obviously, this was not the case here. In fact, it was the opposite- such a great show that for the next while, each time I listen to their music the songs will have new meaning and set of memories.