After getting raped by Ticketmaster with their outrageous fees, we hiked to our seats at the VERY top. Seriously, we were on the second row from the top. When we bought the tickets we didn't care how high up we were because the arena is so small that you can see everything from any seat. Halfway through our hike my excitement faded away. I realized we were sitting right smack in the middle of Emoville and Douchebag City.
The emo kids to my left weren't that bad. They were pretty quiet before the show started. The douchebags behind us were a different story. I seriously thought at one point that Beavis and Butthead x2 were sitting behind us.
These kids were literally half our age. I mean, when Green Day first came out, they weren't even born and for the few that were alive at the time, they were shitting in their diapers. I really felt old and like we had paid money to babysit some bad ass kids.
The opening band played, and we could've really done without them, but whatever. When they were done there was probably about 30 minutes or so before Green Day came on. The douchebags had their friends come visit them from their equally shitty seats. One of the kids was shaking the railing and making it squeak so bad that I kept hoping the railing would break and launch his ass away from us. No such luck.
It was at that point that I said a few times, "are you fucking kidding me" and "you better hold me back because in 2 minutes I'm going to kick his ass." I seriously came close to turning around and telling them to sit down and shut the fuck up. I didn't, though. I paid money to enjoy myself and I wasn't going to let these kids totally ruin it for me.
I felt really old the entire time. I saw this mom-like woman sitting on the floor around the concession area. I'm sure in a few years that may be me minus the kids, but I really hope it isn't. At this point I think I'll stick to shows that have a minimum age to get in...
I nearly pissed myself laughing at this! You sound like the old lady yelling at the young'uns to get off her grass!
ReplyDeleteLaughing aside, teenagers (and preteens) today have no respect. I don't remember ever being that horrid.