Since I chose this week's word, I figured I better actually play - even if I am a day late. This week's word is opportunity.
On Saturday my friend K. had an extra ticket to see Steve Earle at the Englert Theater. It was an awesome show, except that the guy sitting next to us was pretty obnoxious. He had to yell, "We love you Steve!" as loudly as possible a couple of times and he "Wooed!" like he had Tourette's and kept startling the woman sitting in front of him. He also wouldn't stop saying, "Look. He's right there. RIGHT THERE!" My friend K. said it was like he'd never been to a concert before.
I wanted to tell him, "Dude. That's what happens when you go to a show...The guy actually shows up and plays his music on stage in front of you. Now, kindly shut your fucking yap so the rest of us can enjoy it!" Instead, I just stayed with my immature ways and told my friends that he was my new boyfriend. Then my friends would tell me how annoying my boyfriend was being throughout the show - as if a girl can actually control her real boyfriend, let alone her imaginary one...
After the show, we stopped at Quinton's bar for a drink. We had taken the opportunity to sneak whiskey from a flask during the concert, (which, I'm sure is exactly what Steve Earle would have wanted from his audience) so it wasn't like I needed much more alcohol, but a cold beer was definitely a nice chaser.
I left my friends from the show who were headed to a cookout, and met some people at The Dublin.
It was my friend J.'s brother's bachelor party and they had been whooping it up for a while before I got there. J.'s dad was even there, so I finally got the opportunity to tell him what a great job he did with his kids. I've loved J. forever, but I just met her brother a few weeks ago, and he is just as great as his sister.
As you can see from this photo where he is showing us his best side, both J. and her brother inherited their sense of humor from him.
By the end of the night, we kind of sorta got J.'s brother to dance, but he would only do it to The Beastie Boys or Public Enemy and none of those pics came out very well. So, here's my favorite end of the night photo of J. and her brother.
Although he was a trooper and outlasted all of his friends, he finally took the opportunity to head up those daunting Dublin stairs and call it a night....And the soon to be ex-bachelor lived happily ever after - or at least that's what I predict after hearing about how wonderful is fiance is.
Oh, and it' s my turn to tag someone to pick the next word. I can never remember who did it last, but I think I'll pick Not Fainhearted. I don't think she's been tagged in a while.