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I'd say this is a Sighting, as these people paid for their tickets like everyone else.
I went to the Deer Tick show last night. I went alone, so I hung out on the stairs instead of being down on the floor with the rest of the crowd, and I'm very glad I stayed there. The show was going great, and everyone was having a good time, until a couple of drunken cocks decided it was a good idea to hurl open cans of Pabst and Budweiser across the crowd, hitting a few people in the head. Security threw one guy out, but the cans kept flying. One hit the drummer while the band was covering "Takin' Care of Business". He was singing lead vocals on it, too, and after he was hit, he didn't sing another word.
Finally security threw two more people out, and the beer barrage stopped. After the show let out, I saw a police car on the corner with someone pulled over. Wanna bet one of those drunks tried to drive home?
BONUS:
To the couple 10 feet in front of me: It's no problem if you want to make out in public. I can understand how romantic it is, with Dead Confederate having just played a set of really sludgy, depressing songs, and the fine humidity of beer and sweat in the air. The sexual tension is made all the more unbearable when you take into account that you're standing in a puddle of PBR (what is it with hipsters and PBR?) that someone spilled not 2 minutes earlier. The time for romance is now.
I went to the Deer Tick show last night. I went alone, so I hung out on the stairs instead of being down on the floor with the rest of the crowd, and I'm very glad I stayed there. The show was going great, and everyone was having a good time, until a couple of drunken cocks decided it was a good idea to hurl open cans of Pabst and Budweiser across the crowd, hitting a few people in the head. Security threw one guy out, but the cans kept flying. One hit the drummer while the band was covering "Takin' Care of Business". He was singing lead vocals on it, too, and after he was hit, he didn't sing another word.
Finally security threw two more people out, and the beer barrage stopped. After the show let out, I saw a police car on the corner with someone pulled over. Wanna bet one of those drunks tried to drive home?
BONUS:
To the couple 10 feet in front of me: It's no problem if you want to make out in public. I can understand how romantic it is, with Dead Confederate having just played a set of really sludgy, depressing songs, and the fine humidity of beer and sweat in the air. The sexual tension is made all the more unbearable when you take into account that you're standing in a puddle of PBR (what is it with hipsters and PBR?) that someone spilled not 2 minutes earlier. The time for romance is now.
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