By the way, my calves got quite a workout from all the jumping, but my lats got nothing.
So I'm confused about the thread title "Lat Minute Gogol Bordello Tickets." I thought my lats would get a good one-minute workout, but that was false advertising.
oh, I have no shame - - teasing Not Afraid when she's down and out ... after I pestered her to use the last of her energy on going to the show last night.
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Heheh, during
American Wedding (a song about how our weddings are so completely lame), there's that part where all the music stops and Eugene just sings the refrain all slow and sultry and solo ... and I turned to Kelly and said, "now
that's the kind of wedding I want." TeeHee.
Oh, and I timed it ... it took Eugene 2 minutes and 43 seconds before he took his shirt off.
And when he came all the way into the crowd near the end of the show and ended up a few feet away from us ... well, yummity yum yum.
All in all, a much tighter show than last time. Let's go see them again!
(But I've got to get in some other bands before then ... calling mousepod, calling mousepod...)