Friday, June 16, 2006

Los Lonely Boys and People Watching

Experienced a new thing with Linda. We went to a concert at Chastain Park. Never been there, but wouldn't mind doing it again. We packed a picnic and crashed in a little field behind the seats to enjoy the concert.

OK, maybe not. We talked through the whole concert. But we people-watched. Yeah, and boy were there a lot of people to watch.

Gotta post in a hurry because I've got to be up in a few hours for the Eucharistic Congress, but here's some pics of the evening. Take special note of the guy in the tux followed by the chick in the obligatory black dress. For a concert. In retrospect, the crowd was like a toned down leftover of Woodstock, only without the naked people. There was a lot of alcohol, in the affected, affluent way that hippies have. You know, so much for anti-establishment.

They are babyboomers, man.

SUv's and trendy cars in the parking lot, lots of hippie jewelry and long gray hair, but over all a nice cowd. I got the demographich wrong. I was sure we'd stick out like a sore thumb. Maybe we did. After all, we didn't have linen table cloths and champagne. We drank Mango Mania and other cheap, canned iced teas.

On second thought, Linda drove her trendy, boxy, tangerine car and I have long gray hair. Oh. I just realized we probably looked like a couple of aging dykes.

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