The light's dimmed, the fog carried itself over the stage as the "madhouse"began to come to life....The eerie Vincent Price-like voice haunting the audience, sending chills up and down the spines of the thousands of near numb potheads in the lawn seats. The music plays, everyone cheers, but nothing is happening. The fog thickens, the music amps up, and still nothing. With a loud blast of the speakers, my baby comes out in an amazing red led dress singing her hit single from Rated R, Russian Roulette....yes, Rihanna, i'm in the stands and your bullets have penetrated my heart ^__^
There was a little girl in the very front who froze up when Rihanna put the mic in front of her and I was so angry at this, because the little girl froze....she did not make the most of that opportunity...I shoulda been that little girl, that would have been the perfect opportunity for me to declare my love for her. oh well I guess. As I watched the show, a tear of bliss came down from my eyes. She was amazing, but in all honesty, this concert wasn't top tier but can I blame my boo? nah, i mean would you get excited about Mountain View? hell no right, she shoulda been in a better venue, where the sound equipment is a little more modern....so I don't blame my girl for that. She deserves better.
Also today, my fist is feeling better. I forgot to mention that I punched someone in the shins with a substantial amount force because they had tapped me in the face with their foot; I won't call it a kick in the face, even though it essentially was. But you should see the welt I left on his shin. I forget my own strength sometimes. He shoulda known better anyways....bitch