Thursday, March 24, 2022

I am not a furry

 


But the wife dragged me to the Psychedelic Furs.

You might remember that I told the story that the wife and three of her girlfriends got tickets to see this eighties band in November, but they canceled because one of them broke a hip or something. One of the band not the girls. They rescheduled for St. Paddy's Day since Christmas wasn't available. Two of the bitches are from Jersey so they punked out because they didn't want to come in on Paddy's Day so I was stuck going.

Now the wife's main partner in crime brought her new boyfriend who is a bit of a chore to get along with. Someone that Mama M would describe as a malignant narcissist. You can't tell her this because it is a new relationship and she is all into it and shit. This is a sixty year old guy who is into Tick Tock and is always on his phone like a twelve year old girl. I mean the guy is an asshole which is fine since I am an asshole but he is not my kind of asshole. So I can't be myself and have to edit so as not to get punched out by the wife or her friend. 

Anyhoo we went to an upscale Mexican Restaurant which sucked because who wants upscale Mexican food. You want messy burritos and tacos and chili rellenos. Not fancy shit. I was not happy. I got a skirt steak that was well cooked but lacking in flavor. In fact everything lacked in flavor. I didn't want to bitch too much because the wife loves the place because they had a bunch of gluten free dishes. So I ate my bland meat and shut up.

The concert was ok I guess. I am familiar with all of their songs since we have been playing them nonstop for the past few months. Oh the opening act sucked moose balls. He was like the retarded Elvis Costello. He stalked around the stage with a guitar and a cowboy had. He was a fucking Limey for fucks sake. Not a cowboy. Sam Elliott would have kicked him in the balls.

The wife ran down to the mosh pit to relive her days as an eighties chick. Along with a bunch of other sixty year old's. You might see her in the video batting around a balloon. She missed at one point and smacked another women in the head. They just laughed it off as they were reliving their misspent yute. 

I am just glad she had a lot of fun. 

Now she wants to go see the Pet Shop Boys and OMD in the Garden next month.

Help!

5 comments:

ampersand said...

Soon you'll be in the backdrop of an oldie's show when PBS airs 80s stuff during their quarterly begathon. OR worse, dragged to The Jeffersons Moving On Up Live Tour.

edutcher said...

Every time we went on vaca, The Blonde made sure we saw Charmed (always a TV in the room). This is over a span of 20 years.

You got off lucky.

Timbotoo said...

Wifely unit has a thing for Andrea Bocelli. We’ve been to Italy twice to see his final rehearsal in the village where he was born. Both started a couple of hours late and there was a lot of filler. I reckon he sang for about fifteen minutes tops.
The show in the Miami Arena was an improvement, but even so…

Some Seppo said...

You're a good husband, Trooper. Your wife's taste in 80's music is... problematic.

Some Seppo said...

You're a good husband Trooper. Your wife's tatse in 80's music is... problematic.