As I publish each night this week, I will never know whether or not my posts will show up with little squares all over the place. I loved the comment one reader left stating I just need a little pac-man to start roaming my blog eating all the little squares! Readers, thank you for keeping your sense of humor! For my subscribers, the little squares might be coming through your Readers as question marks. My apologies to everyone on behalf of Typepad.
One other quick tangent before you read today's post … The Torturer felt inclined to leave a comment on yesterday's post. He left it under the shorter post describing the technical problems I was having, but it is in regard to the marshmallow post. Some of you may be interested in clicking here to see what The Torturer had to say.
The Southern California sun was still sweltering in the early evening. We arranged our fold-out chairs on the lawn. Behind us stood a breathtaking lake and picturesque mountains.
In front of us, the lawn was covered with chairs, blankets, coolers, and a mass of people.
Looming in front of the crowd was a stage.
I was anticipating an entertaining performance. We had been invited to an outdoor summer concert in a community near Money Town. The advertising was specific, we would be experiencing The Rolling Stones music until dark.
We made ourselves comfortable for the evening. A booth was selling barbecue tri-tip sandwiches to satisfy our eventual hunger. Anticipating the heat, we knew quenching our thirst would be an ongoing challenge. Fortunately, we had a cooler of lemonade with us.
The mood was casual and festive. Suddenly the band appeared. I immediately knew the evening would make great writing material. This band was not just going to play Rolling Stones music. The band members actually believed they were The Stones. Yes, they even adopted fake British accents when they spoke to the audience.
Fake Mick Jagger made his entrance in full costume. His cape, his hat, his scarf, his make-up, it all must have been stifling in the heat. He quickly shed the hat, but he wore his scarf for the entire concert.
I kept waiting for him to pass out from the heat. He never did. The music was … just fine. Meaning, it was okay, entertaining, but lacking somewhat in energy. A far cry from a real Rolling Stones concert. The more lemonade I drank, the better they sounded.
The crowd was, for the most part, dressed casually in shorts and t-shirts. There were a few exceptions. (I was having camera problems, excuse the photo quality in these shots!)
This gentleman wanted to share his physique with the audience. He continually paced in front of the stage so the entire crowd was
forced able to look at him.
Briefcase instantly fell in love with Pink Lady. He couldn't take his eyes off her all night.
Pink Lady is the antithesis of the woman Briefcase chose to marry. Pink Lady also brought with her a white poodle dressed in pink. Not only did the white poodle have pink clothes, it also had a pink rhinestone collar and a pink leash. I would shoot myself in the head before I would ever dress like this or buy pink clothes for a dog. I am lacking the girly-girl gene.
I'm sure this next lady is a very nice person. However, let her be a lesson to women everywhere. Muffin tops are never an attractive sight. Not even when you have size D fake boobs to counter the muffin top. It just isn't open for debate.
I've tried to hide the identity of some of these people. They are probably very nice people. The next couple was hard not to watch. My friend and I imagined an entire scenario around their lives just by observing them throughout the concert.
What does this photo tell us? A nice middle-aged OC couple. Typical fake boobs on the woman, but that's nothing unusual in Orange County. What was funny to watch, however, was her body language. It seemed to transmit, "Get me away from this guy." He, however, could not get enough of her. As the night progressed, and presumably the more he drank, the more he rubbed up against her. He thinks he's getting lucky. She seems to want to run away.
This woman was the center of attention all night and she knew it.
Most of the other people attending were dressed like this.
The lady in white was visiting from Money Town.
But you probably already guessed that.