Before she left me for California, Kelsey and I saw Greg Laswell in concert and it was AWESOME. We were big girls and went out for drinks before the concert AND stayed out till 1:30am! Considering the fact we usually stay in to watch movies, drink milk and eat cake this is a big deal.
The concert was at Minneapolis' famous First Ave's 7th Street Entry which was awesome because no matter where you stood the stage was close and the music was delicious. Not so delicious? The bathrooms which, according to Kels haven't been cleaned since the place was built in 1937 (after her review I held it and waited to go till we got home). She came out of the unisex one stall restroom and stomped back to where I was standing with an epic sneer on her face.
"Are you ok?" I asked her.
"No. I'm pretty sure you could get an STD off of that toilet seat," she shouted over the music. Then, just as a song came to a quiet end she yelled, "I THINK I GOT GONORRHEA!" Everyone around us turned and looked at her with a shocked look on their faces. Very calmly she told them, "Be careful in that bathroom."
I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. Which is kiiind of fitting.
Here's a little Greg, for ya, in case you aren't familiar with his music.
*Title has nothing to do with the post. I don't think. No idea where it came from. It happens.
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Awesome image of the song ending, a scant moment of quiet, and then the loud proclamation of "I THINK I GOT GONORRHEA!"
Nice!
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