Remember that time a hobo threw a muffin at me from a dumpster? This time, a chicken carcass assaulted me.

Yep. I was walking along George Street early Monday evening with TOR and her family, looking to find a good pub to have a beer in. All of a sudden, something landed at my feet with a thud. I turned to see a devoured, half-chicken carcass lying on the ground. I’m not joking. We looked up, whirled around, and couldn’t see anything except for an open window of a second-storey building in a venue nearby.

Why am I the aim of eaten food?

TOR and I then went to see The Steve Miller Band on Tuesday night. Remember how in one of my emo moments a few entries back, I wrote about how “Wish You Were Here” was one of those songs that still shakes my core? “The Joker” is another one of those songs, albeit a happier one. So while being a SMB fan regardless, I especially had to hear that one song.

TOR and I had a drink or two before we went to the concert. My last few concert experiences have been…unfavourable. I simply can’t deal with crowds pushing and shoving each other unless I am shitfaced drunk. So we decided to just take the edge off.

However, when we were seated, we realized we might be in the middle of the most insanely quiet, dull crowd ever to grace the Mile One Stadium. We were seated between a bunch of older people who sat stiffly throughout much of the performance and barely bobbed their heads. The only exceptions were the two ridiculously drunk girls in front of me, and the 30-something lady dancing in the aisle. They joined forces for a dance-off halfway through the show, and then were told by security to be seated. Seriously?

Anyway, the show was great. They opened with “Jet Airliner” and I had a blast. Unfortunately, halfway through, the double rum & coke and three beers hit me. I had to pee.

SMD started playing “Seasons,” a song I really didn’t know anything about. So I took that opportunity to bolt to the bathroom.

Of course, mid-pee on the toilet, I heard the crowd explode.

“They’re playing my fucking song,” I said to the empty stall in disbelief.

I got out of there, scrubbed my hands and ran back to my seat to watch the rest of the song. I’m still horrified that I waited so long to hear that one song being performed, and totally missed. Ye gawds. How dare rum betray me so?

Anyway. It’s been a busy few weeks, one filled with baby showers and bridal showers and lack of real showers caused by lack of time. Not to mention shopping and preparation for NYC. Overall, good times.

(Photo by ceedub13)

This post is tagged concerts, flying chicken carcasses, George Street, Steve Miller Band