Goodbye My Almost Lover

Sooooo first and foremost, this is not meant to offend anyone. Literally it's just my observations on life and then I put my spin on things. So here it goes.

Went to the Furthur concert last night. Furthur is a band comprised of Bob Weir and Phil Lesh (founding members of the Grateful Dead) and some other people. Basically they play all Dead songs and a few from their own offshoots Rat Dog and Phil and Friends I guess. Either I have not done enough drugs or I like bathing and being in the now waaay too much. I just don't get it. Why do grown men think it's okay to stuff themselves into Tie-Dyed Shirts?! When did spastic pelvic thrusts become dancing?! When did it become socially except able to just not bathe?! Okay I can respect the massive repetoire of music these guys have created throughout their musical lifetime. Hits like Scarlet Begonias, Uncle Tom's Band and countless others have been covered and recovered so many times that my first encounter with Scarlet Begonias was through Jimmy Buffet.  I guess I just don't get the cult like vibe at these stereotype driven events. Does it making you better than me because you have seen "the dead" twenty seven times? Uh no, I haven't even been alive that long? Once is enough for me, thanks.

Further, I do believe this is the end of the man child. The concert was our last planned "hang out" and it kind of felt like the closing credits. I mean clearly he felt comfortable enough to lean over to me prior to the show starting and say "Further is spelled Furth-Ur, I saw your facebook status and you spelled it wrong". Really?! Is that necessary?! Well seeing as how you, and maybe two other people will even know what I'm talking about, I think we are safe. Oh besides the fact that this is coming from a kid who has spelled Ithaca, Ithica soooo many times I almost started counting. But since I am a reallly nice girl I filtered the urge to say something and instead am ranting about it on here. One last thing then I'm done. Do you really need to send me a text message with the set lists? I'm sitting right next to you dip shit. That one I had to say something about. To which there was the token shoulder shrug and I don't know response.

On that note, Goodbye!