22 February 2012
Monday Night Rock Show
There are a lot of loudmouth cheapskates in this town who have been crying about the cost of the arena where the show was staged and the sweetheart deal the city signed to get an AHL team to move here and be its anchor tenant. Fuck them. I like being able to watch a rock show or a hockey game minutes from home. And if you do not think I will be in the audience for every lingerie football game that gets played here you do not know Mr. Beer N. Hockey.
Sonja and I began last night (where else?) at the pub across from the arena.
"Sure weird going out drinking on a Monday night," Sonja remarked to me after we had clinked glasses, toasting Lemmy's health as we did so.
Monday night has not been a drinking night for me since Howard Cosell was canned and I stopped watching Monday Night Football.
"Kind of nice, isn't it?" I said as I looked over the menu. "Feels like we are on fucking holidays."
The food, drinks and service were excellent and the pub was playing heavy metal music to warm up the crowd for the evening's festivities. Done, we headed over to the arena where we had to stand in line to be searched for so long that was where we heard Lacuna Coil's set from. The wait was worth it when I got felt all over by a good looking female mall cop. She did not find anything.
Volbeat were good. Motorhead were better. We had to leave before Megadeth bored us to death.
I have now seen both KISS and Motorhead in my still somewhat backward little juiced up farm town. Never counted on that when I moved here.