I think I'm beginning to understand this concert thing

Violent Femmes played in Del Mar last night, and me adopting the "Dare NOT to say no" attitude agreed to go this free concert. Well ... almost free. Parking is $6, but whatever. We got blessed with good parking, and a good get away at the end of the night.

In any case, going to the concert was fine. I've learned a few thigns though:

1) Do your homework before going to a concert. Listen to a couple of albums, songs, whatever. The experience is much more interesting when you at least know the songs
2) Drunk people are fun to watch. They're even funnier when they start dancing as if the almighty himself possesed them (or is it the devil's work to possess?) and their friends are trying to drag them away.
3) Butt cracks peeking out above the waist of jeans is unsightly. Even for cute blondes. Especially for plumbers (blonde plumbers beware)
4) Hypothesis: people go to concerts to be in a social atmosphere, make believe that they aren't lonely in this world by coming together for a common reason and then to "let loose" by singing / dancing. As my friend Sarah says: "the key to dancing is to try to make a fool of yourself". indeed...
5) I can't dance. I tried. I'm too stiff, and I have trouble hearing the beat. When I focus on the beat, I forget to smile and look like I'm having fun (usually I am... I just don't communicate it via facial expression). Cure: don't be sober when dancing.

In any case, it was an interseting event. I think I'm much more used to sitting down and listening to music and dissecting the sounds in my head, or letting it course through me like a good fearful reaction to something tramautic.

Oh - and oddly enough, the thought of naked girls is a turn off lately. Go figure...