So we went to see Jack Johnson in concert Monday night.
It was kind of cool - he's a great artist, but I think he said a total of 10 words the entire time (we decided to jet out right before the last song before the encore). I'm talking, song after song after song with no breaks in between at all...which was fine I guess since his opening acts took up the first 2 hours of the show...meh.
I would have loved to see a bit more personality come through...but I suppose if we'd been as HIGH as the hundreds of 14-year-olds who were rolling joints and smoking bongs all around us, we'd have probably been just as excited about it all as they were. And MY GOD, were they ever fucking cool. With their little jeanskirts up to their crotches, glittery eyeliner, and the guys with their striped boxers hiked practically up to their nipples so people could see them sticking out of their jeans. Wow, Internet, I am so very jealous. Jealous indeed of being naive, fashion-blind, insecure, obnoxious, sneaky, and unable to go to the mall without my parents.
For this week's haiku then, tell me Internet Darlings: What embarrassing or unpleasant part of YOUR youth would you not want to re-live? I'll go first:
permed bangs haunt me still
a wall of hair sprayed lifeless
how high can they go?
OR...
perils of dating
a girl breaks up with a boy
his kiss is dog-like
