Twilight Concert Series Part Deuce

Girl Talk!

I am a firm believer in listening to the band who you are going to see live at least once before you go. Apparently, I'm the minority in this theory. For those of you who have never heard of Girl Talk, let me explain. It's one dood. One dorky dood. And his computer. And a bunch of top 40 pop songs from the 80's all the way until current pop hits. All thrown together and selectively picked apart so only the best portions of the songs make it into the mixes.

I am a nerdy girl. I love what can be done with computers and Girl Talk is a prime example.

The Show:

Firstly, we were late. Not really late, but late enough that there was no line! What a welcome change that was. Also, we came packing this time. I did not want to bring a purse, because dancing with a purse is annoying. Not only to you smack yourself with it, but those poor people standing to the side and rear of you also get in their fair share of smacks too. So yeah, I filled Bri's flask with peach deliciousness and used a handkerchief to tie it to my thigh at the gas station across the street. I was so embarrassed after realizing I had waddled like a duck with a cold egg trying to slip out from between my legs for absolutely no reason. They could have cared less about the water bottles we had in our hands, that were not filled with water. I swear I could have just carried it in and I doubt anyone would have said a damn thing about it. Noted...

To my utter amazement, not only had the line situation greatly improved from the previous week, but the inner fence was gone! Sweet potatoes!

We immediately start our way towards the stage. Another draw of Girl Talk to me is that he not only allows, but encourages people to get on stage and dance. He readily invites people to join him. I wanted to do that. So in we go...

Unfortunately, we never quite made it to the stage. The peach vodka and peach primetimes had a hold and I no longer cared about anything but finding a hole that I could dance, which we did. So I did also. "Hustling, hustling..." Brian started up a random conversation with a couple random doods, and next thing you know, we've got special buddies with presents. So much fun!

Dance we did until the show ended...

After a quick jaunt through the sprinklers at the trax station and a truly awkward conversation with a young man that thought way too highly of himself despite or inspite of the fact that he was sloppy drunk, we were on our way home.

I had yet another blast. It was not quite the all night affair that the previous week had been, but that's cool. My Friday morning sure appreciated it.