So… I saw the Dropkick Murphys on Saturday night at the Palladium and Worcester. I didn’t have the best time, I have to say. The show was great, but I’m not a huge fan of the band. They’re excellent but I’m a casual listener and I thing that getting squashed in the front row and having the people around you violate you requires a certain measure of devotion for the band you are seeing. Coheed, yes. Murphys, not so much. Who knows, maybe now that I’ve seen them live I will become a bigger fan.
Anyway the highlight of my night was this visually pleasing staff guy who kept having to lean over me to grab crowd surfers. Needless to say I became a little overly acquainted with certain parts of his anatomy in the process. He had a soft belly. He was uber cute, but I doubt I will ever see him again…at least in any kind of situation where it is appropriate for me to introduce myself and ask him out. Somehow I think those guys are used to front row girls becoming enamoured of them. Oh well….
