Concerts, schmoncerts

So. Last night I was in a very unplanned Nickelback concert.

You know, I've been thinking of clever beginnings to this post for the whole day (during which, as a matter of fact, I did nothing at all on the account of being sick and giving myself a deserved day off, the lazy bitch I am), and I found out that there's just no clever way to state that you've been in a Nickelback concert - nor to express the fact that it was completely unpremeditated and that you happened to be there because a friend knew someone who worked somewhere and they had a ticket for you and your little sister who happens to adore Nickelback.

What could I do, I was stuck as a chaperone in a rock concert.

I feel very old for saying that.

It's not that I outright dislike Nickelback - no, in fact, most of their songs are quite catchy and pleasing to my ear. And that's all. They're pleasing, and I wouldn't cringe if they were on the radio on those few and select trips I do not hook my 'pod (product replacement, much) to the car speakers and play some of the stuff I actually DO like to listen to (somehow I just don't like the television or the radio - even if they play something you like, they will riddle it with the commercials you do not want to hear), but I wouldn't actually listen to them. Now, this is just my uninformed, very unmusical opinion (because I never studied music, shock-horror), but they get quite repetitive.

And somehow I just dislike a lead singer of a band telling me to go have a drink and smoke a joint and then proceed to scream songs at me about having sex. I am quite capable of keeping stuff like that in my own imagination, thank you very much for being so very OBVIOUS about it! ... Besides, I am here to watch you, and while you thank me, you proceed to tell me to stand up and rock out, even though I'm a patron and I shouldn't be making any effort to---

Oh dear, I do sound like I'm in my mid-somethings, doesn't it (I'm not having a go at middle-agers personally, they are a lovely bunch and can possibly/most likely have more fun than I). And I'm not even old enough to legally consume alcoholic beverages.

By the way, and as you may see from the style I'm writing in, I'm actually feeling a whole lot better than I've been for the past days/weeks. I guess I either stopped worrying or caring, or something. I'd put my money on the latter.

... So don't sound less depressed than before. Oh welll~