Now I Smell

Unfortunately, all the people I grew up with (and some that grew up with my parents), who listen to Bauhaus, still all smoke. A LOT. This was not so annoying when I was "one of them" but now I am not, so my brainwaves alternated between what Mr. Crabbypants would say ("kill them all now since they seem to want to die anyway") and wishing there was just a "smoking section" so they could all go there . . . which would not be near me . . . a smoking section in, say, Toledo.

They all wore the same outfits as they did in 1985, except for the couple that thought they were in the Matrix. At one point, I had to walk away because I was laughing too hard at the conversation I was eavesdropping in on and I didn't want them to notice. This man actually said "well, I don't mosh anymore . . . because well, you know, the . . . piercings" (with exaggerated hand gestures) and I thought "no, you don't 'mosh' anymore because you're too damn old and you would hurt yourself". And then I started laughing. And then his boyfriend started to notice that I was laughing.

We were all fat, including the lead singer (sorry bud) and at one point I noticed a woman resting her beer on her stomach, while standing . . . and she wasn't pregnant. At least I hope not because she was drinking a beer. Now I'm not svelte by any means . . . but come on, don't use your fat as a table.

I only knew three people in the whole place and was not talked to by anyone. One would think this would be my night to pick up people, but no such luck. Two of the familars were former students, one working security and the other working the T-shirt line. The other was this guy that keeps looking at my profile on match, who teaches in a nearby school district and knows who I am . . . he's a journalism teacher and I'm a yearbook teacher, we shared a bus once to a conference. I don't want to date him, by any means, but it seems like he could just call his buddy Ake and get my phone number instead of checking my profile once a week. People are so weird.

I now have to take a shower, as I smell like an ashtray. Amazing how sinus surgery takes away all your tolerance for second hand smoke. More on the concert later.