STICKERS!!!

Yesterday, my lovely boy brought me to Worcester to see my very first arena concert, NIN. It was a blast! Now I have to say that I am not the "type" that would ordinarily listen to NIN, but since meeting my boy I have acquired a taste for Mr. Trent Reznor.

The show was amazing, we had great seats; and yes I said seats. I was practically held captive by the shows lighting. There were three LCD screens that were about as big as the stage, that were curved. They were also interactive, which was AWESOME! If one of the members of the band got too close the lights on the screen would go out and you could see right through it... so. freakin'. awesome.

The show went on for quite sometime, which is fine because it was so cool to watch. One little qualm that I had was the fact that we had seats, and yet stood for easily 98% of the show. I would sit when my feet got tired but then about 45 seconds later would have to stand up because something totally amazing would be happening on the LC D's and I wouldn't want to miss it. So really it is my own fault about that qualm...

One of the best parts of the show came when we were walking back to the car...

Picture this:
Trent is in the spotlight and waves thank you to the crown. The lights come up and a sea of black shirted, brunette, white people swarm the exits of the arena. Out in the hallways the sea slowly forms into a river and it is flowing (albeit very slowly) to the exit doors, gently pooling around the merchandise table and the bathrooms. Once outside dozens of newly lit cigarettes can be seen in the night air, and my boy and I are making our way to the parking garage. The ramp of this garage is downward sloping, slightly curved, and if I were to guess about 80 to 100 yards long. The side walk of said ramp is quite small, it fits one person's width rather snugly. Boy in front myself following, we start the walk down. Acutely aware of the group of teenage girls behind us verbalizing their distaste with our chosen speed. They make the decision to walk in the road to get ahead of us. We do not slow our pace but continue at our rate. Nearly ahead of us, one of these girls reaches down and picks up a small bundle of what looks like index cards. This is where she shrieked; she shrieked as if she had just cut her finger and it was falling off her bone; she shrieked as if an unseen hand stabbed her in the kidney; she shrieked as if she finally came to the realization that her brand of unique was merely a run of the mill normal phase that she will outgrow in anywhere between 6 months and 2 years. She shrieked the word "STICKERS!". What she had found was a discarded stack of stickers from a local radio station, advertising the show that (collectively) we had just seen. Upon her shrill cry, her friends quickly followed suit in the same manner. Stifling chuckles, the boy and I continued on, trying to give off an 'unphased' vibe. She suddenly turns to the boy and without changing volume or octave wails "DO YOU WANT SOME STICKERS?!" my boy calmly replied that he was "just fine, thanks" and we watched her and her friends quickly speed to the entrance of the garage, but not before one of them (the calmer of the four) turned to us and stated that it was a good thing that she was driving tonight.

I never knew that useless stickers could give so much joy to the world...

So who would like a sticker? I know where you can get some really cheap...