P.O.T.D: Victor!!!
October 17th, 2008 by Danny
Went to go see Kings of Leon at the Nokia this past Wednesday. Those who know of my past concert experiences will know of “Jazz Hands McGee” and how I can never seem to avoid being elbowed and/or stomped on by said person, usually a female. This time around My friend Kat and I got tickets in the nose bleeds. But fuck it, who cares. It’s the Nokia, it’s fine. We arrive to our seats one row from the back wall of the building, and are greeted by some Dodger fans. If you’ve ever sat in the nosebleeds at a Dodger game, then you know exactly what I’m talking about, if not, you should try it once, it’s quite the experience. Anyways, I was wrong about a lot of things and as a result we got there at 7:45 and the first act hadn’t even got on the stage. That didn’t stop our three male friends behind us from being, well, nose bleed Dodger fans. They kept yelling, “Victor! Victor! You fucking suck Victor!” I kept looking for this Victor but the dude was nowhere to be found. 1 of the maybe 10 or 11 unlucky bastards named Victor must have felt like shit to hear they suck.
This went on, and on, and on…and on.
I thought well, “maybe they’ll simmer down a little when Kings get on stage and they realize they aren’t at Chavez Ravine.” Didn’t happen, but still we were too transfixed on the band to notice them anymore. And all loudness aside, the dudes were actually kinda nice, and offered to take some pictures of us, so it was ok.
We was happy. But alas, Jazz Hands was there. This time in the form of a slightly round girl who, “Oh My God I love this fucking song!”ed every damn tune. I’m all for excitement, but jumping up and down swinging elbows outside your 3sq ft. of allowable freak out space, was a little much. I got maybe a total of 6 apologies, 1 attempt at a sing along, 3 foot stomps, and 2 elbows. It was great…
Kat and I had a blast though. Despite my being wrong about just about everything (and yes Kat the spotlight over your head did not go off and you should be writing your angry letter to the Nokia peeps. I was wrong…again), it was awesome. There was even an added bonus to the whole night!
Concert ended, we head out, Kat goes to the ladies room, and something amazing happens. She comes out and tells me some chick in there was fixing herself up at the mirror and asked, “I’m totally layable right?” some chick responds with, “Oh yeah, you’re cue-et, you’re cue-et.” Golden. The best part was she walked out and strapped on to this tall dude. Like really? Are you layable? If you gotta ask sweetheart, damn. Like that dude wouldn’t tag it.
The O.C. is AMAZING!!! Nuff said. Yay wife beaters, yay guy with board shorts and flip flops to any and all events, yay sunglass indoors at night, and yay hats inside crowded places.
It was a fun night.
