ugh... ok... first we have to evac the stadium due to weather... during the sammy hagar part of the concert... brian was not impressed. so... we get down there, kid starts playing, alls good. then at a quick break, some reverend comes out... talks on the podium. (not praying, just rambling.. he happens to be black) so he's taklin about detroit, etc... brian just says, "yeah yeah, play some music." and these two white bitchess in front of him turn around and glare at him.... like the fuckin stink eye from hell.. he wasn't a dick about it, just like..."were here for music, not this" and the dude is still talkin....
so brian's like, "blah,blahblah.." (yes hes had some pops. haha) and the chick turns around AGAIN and is a freakin bitch... so i'm standing there, with my blood boiling... all cuz the dude is talkin about how "we have to pull together to ...make detroit a better city, etc" which i agree with to a certain degree... for those of you who DON'T know detroit... its a corrupt shit-hole city in 97% of its area... corruption brews strong and deep there. and my husband has been a cop here for 20 years, worked the ghetto, etc...
so i'm all "remember the 1st amendment?" like he can't have an opinion cuz there is a "man of god" talking... this "man of god" probably makes more in the city because he's scratchin someone's back some where... while my husband's ass is on the line E.V.E.R.Y.D.A.Y for what, peanuts/hr? my freakin dental hygienist makes more than that for scratchin shit off people's teeth for 8 hrs a day. So he's going on about whatever on stage... then the two chicks all start cheering at what he's saying, like pumping their fist in the air, pointing at the "big black fist of solidarity" (or whatever it is)that is displayed downtown... (as if that's not a racial statement!)
then kid starts in with "times like these" and I'm livid... i'm like FLIPPING OUT on brian.. sayin how i'm pissed, don't touch me, I'm ready TO.GO on these chicks if they turn around one more time... I'm sure they have nice cars, big rocks on their fingers, etc... as i sit here having to worry about my husband in that "city" that we need to band together to help... I"M SORRY, but detroit isn't gonna get better quick, the freakin' crooks are still running the city.
meanwhile, the "bitchy-est" chick is C.R.Y.I.N.G during the song... CRYING! ok, great... yeah... cry. ugh! it was just a really touchy subject for me... i'll be the one raising 3 kids alone because some f'n thug decides he doesn't want that speeding ticket, or he has drugs in his car. I might be slightly overreacting, but LIVE MY LIFE. Let my husband who protects their ass have his little "play some music" moment.... I swear I would have said something to her. i had my speech ready in my head.
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OH... then the concert ends... we leave... we're walking... MY HUSBAND DOESN'T KNOW WHERE HE PARKED MY CAR.
so we walk BLOCKS... i do not know detroiti'm getting pissed... two huge ass white men and me and my friend marie are walking the streets trying to find it.. the 3 of them know the city, i don't. i am like bitching cuz i figured my husband would know enough to be able to find the car... the only thing i remembered was there were 2 lots, one smaller than the other, and we were in the smaller one.
so f'n stumbly mcfumbly and trippy mcgee needed to be babysat as we walked around looking for the car. OMG, not a good end to the night. thankfully, my sober ass (thanks to only 3 drinks at the stadium and my adrenaline) drove them all ho...me... marie's husband dropped the 'n' bomb from the backseat with an open window... she turned around and started beating his asssss cuz the last thing we need is to be gunned down. Lets just say this was my LEAST favorite Kid concert.
1st of all.. Seriously Darcy, you need to write a book. I would buy it & I hate to read. You made me laugh, get teary eyed, and laugh again all in just a few paragraphs.
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