It’s friday (small cheer…. although I’m working this weekend) and it seems this week just whirred by much like every other week. However, it wasn’t too long ago when I attended Boozapalooza at the Commadore. Oh yes… a festival built solely on the foundation of drinking (actually no, there were 3 bands but I like the cheeky name) but the reason I attend is because I know the headlining band. I’ve known a couple of the member for about 10 years now (I can’t believe that my 20′s are slipping further & further away from me).
Needless to say, I had met up with several friends that night and managed to arrive while the second band was still performing. I ran into Bruce’s friend who also knows the band. He informs me that they’re all next to the stage. It’s not like it’s a formal concert and the band has to wait back stage hiding in order to create some sort of hype (that’s what the beer is for). I wanted to give a quick hello before they performed, so I do a walk around…. nothing. Didn’t see anyone. I make my way back towards where my friends congregated which was near the back bar.
I come back to my friends & spot D out of the corner of my eye. So I don’t shrug it off, I don’t call out his name, I don’t even walk over but rather I run (i need to cut out sugar) and jump in front of him as though one minute I wasn’t in his peripheral & the next minute I was. I kind of land in a ta-da motion & say HEY! He then screams: OH MY GOD IT’S YOU!!!! I scream back “YES!!!!! AHHHHHHH!” and then we’re just standing there screaming in attack like positions which if you knew D would be perferctly normal behaviour except one thing.
Half way through screaming I realize.. I don’t know this guy.
So I abruptly stop, state this & try to walk away… which of course he doesn’t let me do. No, instead, he makes me stay, introduce myself & talk to him & his friend. I must admit anyone that screams back at me has to be good people.
It’s true. I screamed at a stranger which we established was the best way to meet people & vowed to continue that for the rest of the evening. I would like to say I did but I think once was enough.
You may ask yourself.. HOW DOES ONE MAKE THAT MISTAKE??
A: beer
B: they’re the same height
C: i only saw him from behind
D: he wore a shirt that D would wear
E: they both have similar blonde thinning hair (left that out of the similarities when it was face to face
F: it was dark.
If anyone has been to the Commadore, they would know what the lighting in there is like during a concert. The whole room is darkened only to be illuminated by the stage which sort of resembles a gymnasium during a highschool dance so getting a good look at someone’s face at any distance can prove tricky… maybe not all of you would have screamed in their face but maybe there are just 2 types of people in the world. Screamers & Non-screamers which could totally segway into a different sort of topic but it isn’t that kind of blog.
(but seriously, how could you make NO noise at all?)