Concerts make me hate people (more).

So I used to go to concerts/shows/what have you alllll the time in high school. I couldn't drink, I was scared of boys...but I could drive! So my best friend and I would drive forty minutes to downtown Austin...on a school night, mind you! We'd put on our best Charlotte Russe top and boot-cut jeans and paint the town underage red. We were always on our best behavior. I doubt we even batted eyes at the opposite sex or tried to sneak in a beer. Nope, we were high on life.

Fast forward. I'm 24, and I hate going to concerts. I know I hate them, and yet, I still get dragged to them. Granted, I love Morrissey. But I hate the people who go to these shows. Especially in the Big D. I'm sorry, I hate to use this term "dumb bitches" buuuttttt omg there were some DB's up in that joint. I had to hear some skinny-ass Dallasites yammer on about their bridal dresses for thirty minutes. Why? Why go to a show to talk about your stupid-ass life?

Then there was the short chubster karaoke-ing his way through the show. But I digress. I sound bitter and old. I am. Morrissey was fab. He took his shirt off and threw it in the audience and I saw his sweaty pecs. The End.