My daughter and I went to see YES and ASIA last night at the Thomas & Mack Center @ UNLV. This was my 2nd time seeing YES...first time seeing ASIA; my daughter's first time seeing either.
We scored the tix from my father, who had bought them off a couple who had bought 4 tix to the show, thinking another couple they were friends with was going also. This other couple backed out for whatever reason. Free concert for me, so the reason matters not.
About 20 minutes after my daughter and I sat down, the couple who had bought the bulk of 4 tix came and sat in the seats next to us (the ones they'd gotten for themselves). I was not aware that we'd be running into other folks, as my father had not mentioned previously that it was originally a 4 ticket buy. So these people sit down next to us, and the woman says, 'Ok, which one of you is Don's daughter?'. I raise my hand, and they proceed to introduce themselves. I'll admit, I'm shitty with names and do not recall who they were.
I turn to my daughter and say, 'And this is my daughter'. The woman looks at me and says, 'I thought you guys were friends; you don't look old enough'. Now, I'm not gonna pretend this is the first time I've heard a comment about my 'youthful' appearance, but this IS the first time that the person actually didn't believe I was old enough to have a 17 year old daughter. It amused me. My daughter said, "See, Mom?", and then told the woman how often I get asked for I.D. when I buy beer. This woman claimed she gets that all the time, which led me to imagine she only said that to appear to share my 'underage' appearance. Dear readers, I cannot imagine this wrinkled old cow ever being asked for I.D., unless she was trying to claim a Senior discount somewhere.
As if her attempt to be nearly as awesome as I weren't enough, she and her husband had to bore us to death about how many concerts they've been to in the past how-fucking-many years...as if that gave some sort of creedence to their personality or credibility. I didn't play the game back, but had the reserve attendance to do so, because I felt it unnecessary to share my past with these completely boring strangers. They wound up leaving 30 minutes early, saying they had been invited to some CD launch of the new lead singer of Quiet Riot. Kevin DuBrow is dead...and as far as I'm concerned, so is Quiet Riot.
While my daughter and I were standing in line to get into the show last night, we were treated to not one, but TWO sets of people bragging about their knowledge of the bands on the venue, as well as running down a list of all the concerts they've seen, as if that makes them important in some way. Sad, balding men with pot-bellies and ugly wives. Yeah, dude....you're King Shit. Tell me again how many band changes YES has had. It makes me so WET...
