Pregnant Pause

Last night we went to see Collective Soul at Cactus Canyon. All week long, I would tell people I was going to see Coldplay and they would say, “WHAT?” Then, I would regroup and crush their spirits and say Collective Soul.

I thoroughly enjoyed the show even though we had crappy seats. Collective Soul is quite talented and quite cute. However, for some reason, I was most impressed with the lighting. I guess it was just one of those nights where I was entranced by shiny things.

Regarding the crappy seats, the last few shows we have seen at Cactus Canyon were sparsely attended so, for some reason, Terry, Melissa and I thought we could show up at 7:00 p.m. when the doors open and still get a good place to sit. When we arrived, the line was already past the Chinese restaurant, which means nothing to most of you. Put another way, the line was long. I was worried that we wouldn’t even be able to get barstools but we did manage to do that and we even had a rail to place our empties.

Terry and Melissa and I only had to save two seats: one for Dan and one for Jack. However, at one point, this was more than I could manage and a girl came up behind me as I was sitting down after going to the bar and stole Jack’s stool. Terry and Melissa started yelling at the girl, “No, no, no! That’s ours.” The girl gave us her best “go to hell” look and walked away. I looked at Terry and Melissa and said, “What a bitch!” They said, “Well, she WAS pregnant.” I hadn’t even noticed. I felt bad but, if you’re seven or eight months pregnant and you’re going to a concert, getting there early to get a chair should be your first priority. I half-heartedly looked for her to give her the stool but quickly lost interest in that.

Later in the evening, a man who weighed, no exaggeration, at least 400 pounds sat on Dan’s chair. We decided we didn’t need all those chairs after all.