On Saturday night, the
LovelyWife and I dragged ourselves away from our usual Saturday night activities of
knitting and complaining about young people (
old ladies, us) to see Missy Higgins at the
AIS arena.I could make this post about how
bizarre it is to watch a live performance in a converted basketball stadium, lined with
rickety temporary seating, in the middle of nowhere, but this is
Canberra and that is a given.
I could make this a post about people who sit at a concert watching the performance through their
mobile phone while recording the whole thing for later (way to miss out on the real
impact of the performance). But people are
idiots, and that is a given.
Or I could make this a post about how
obnoxious young people appear to have become (stop talking during the concert – I don’t give a
sh*t about your planned camping trip to Splendour in the Grass, and could you please stop spilling your
UDLs all over my jacket). But, as noted above, I am an
old lady, and that is a given.
Instead, my chosen
gripe is uptight, late-30s, overly made-up, tight-jeans and pointy boot wearing, McMansion-inhabiting
women, giving me the
tell-tale ‘gasp! A lesbian! Right here in River City!’ stare, all over the place.
Fuck off you skanky trolls! The looks we were getting, anyone would think we were at a
Hillsong meeting, instead of a concert by a singer of noted ambiguous sexuality.
Gee, heading off to a
Missy Higgins concert… Hmmm, never considered the possibility there might be
just a couple of lesbians there?
In this case, as it happens, I am
convinced that each and every
lesbian in Canberra was in attendance. Judging by the looks on their faces, I think they were having a similar experience to me – ‘
You mean their are other lesbians in Canberra?', etc etc.
But anyway, back to the
ranting - there were evil stares coming my way in the carpark, the foyer, the bar queue, the toilet queue and the merchandising queue.
Of most amusement however, was the
skanky troll giving me and the wife homophobic leers whilst we were in the
bar queue.
As it happened, the
wife had arranged by text message to meet up with a work colleague in the bar area. Upon collecting our outrageously priced
tinnies, we wandered over to discover that the above noted
skanky troll was at the concert with the wife’s work colleague.
Work colleague made obligatory introductions, leading to
skanky troll being forced to actually speak with lesbians.
Hah! Suck on that.
But then, she
awkwardly excused herself, saying she wanted to go in and take her seat… TWO HOURS before the main act was to commence!
Gee, I hope that
2 hours of sitting in that shitty, back-breaking chair listening to the world’s
pokiest support act was more tolerable than talking to us
uber-dykes.
Pfff.Straight people.
Crazy.
