danielle wanted to see bob dylan in the oc

you remember danielle, our bff who has been stranded in san dieger for way too long.

she recently got a new job which she says is a cross between glenn gary glen ross

and that dan fante novel where he worked in that boilerroom

so we celebrated by venturing behind the orange curtain, something i rarely do.

bob dylan is a million years old, but hes the finest poet in all of rock

now and forever

so when i got the tickets last week i knew theyd be bad

but i didnt think theyd be this bad:

at first it was obvs that danielle wasnt super into it even though she loves dylan

i was all, hang in there, it gets better as the night goes on

theres this theory that he drinks a bunch before the show, and they dont give him any more through the show

so as he gets more sober he becomes sharper and edgier.

it was a good show, hes still got it, but when the lights went up we moseyed over to the Fair

things were either deep fried or covered in chocolate.

(just like life)

booze was everywhere, kids were everywhere, the smell of utilized hay was everywhere

a full blown ABBA experience had them packed at the other concert hall

and then there were the people with the sombreros.

i sorta felt at home.

and then i saw

the grill from Above

chicken

on

a

stick

for dessert we had some deep fried Oreos

tasted like deep fried Heaven

with xtra chocolate.