Party of One

I went to a concert all by myself on saturday at the Hollywood Palladium. This was a new experience for me and one that I would recommend that you partake in at least once in your life. Come to think, of it I'm pretty sure I read similar advice somewhere in a Seventeen Magazine a few years back. Dear god they've brainwashed me!
Anyhow, brainwashing or not, I still think it's a good idea. I'm a person who is prone to staying indoors when I'm alone. It's just safer that way, plus people really annoy me so it's best if i keep away from them as much as possible. A few weeks ago when I bought my ticket to see Of Montreal I did forsee it being a solo adventure, knowing that my love and adoration for this band far surpassed that of my roommates. So with ticket in hand I alone ventured to the land of the stars (and hobos) (and trashy sluts) to see what I hoped would be fantastic show.



And it was. The glitter and spandex flowed like milk and honey. It was a party for a whole host of people from the bedazzled preteen to the unassuming 40-something. The douche bags raved, the metal heads shook their long, grungy hair, and the nerds pranced in place as the pig-men on stage battled ninjas. It was glorious. As I scanned the crowd I located several others who appeared to be at the concert alone dancing without fear or shame. To them I say rock on you awkward dragon slayer, you beautiful, sweaty freak.
While standing on the balcony I managed to make a few friends one of whom resembled a husky Jason Schwartzman. Sure, they were on mushrooms, but they were sweet just the same. They even invited me to join them on the dance floor, to which I replied, "Hells yes!" and cha cha-ed my way down the stairs. Oh, what a night.



>>>> Hey, all you introverts out there, step out of your dark cave, unfold from the fetal position, the world isn't too bad. Just stay away from the mushrooms. Problem solved. Done.