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
for dessert we had some deep fried Oreos
tasted like deep fried Heaven
with xtra chocolate.