Liveblogging from a concert
I’m in line at will call alone, but I’m working on perfecting the look that says, “I’m here with someone.” No matter how many shows I’ve been to, I have never been able to perfect this look. I know this because most people approach me and ask, “Little boy, do you need help finding your mommy?”
There are lesbians in front of me in line. I can tell they’re lesbians because they’re french kissing. You know how some things are better experienced in person? Not this.
This show will have a lot of mandolin playing in it. Mandolins were called “ye old vaginea magnets” back in the Renaissance era.
