The Dancing Faux-Lesbians of Section 4R
What is it with concerts today? Am I just going to all the old people shows where no one wants to get off their ass and MOVE?
Last night was show #1 of The Police and Elvis Costello at Jones Beach. I went with my college roommate and good friend Liz. Our seats were in the middle of the theatre on the right side. Not bad, but there aren’t too many bad seats at Jones.
I knew from seeing the bands in LA that Elvis has a tendency to go on early. We were in our seats at 7pm, ready for anything. Once again, Elvis went on 5 minutes early, so we were well prepared. Our section was mostly empty, so when we were overcome by the beat of “Pump IT Up”, we were able to dance without obscuring the views of our seatmates, or bumping into anyone. I figured once the Police came out, everyone in the section would be up anyhow.
Uh uh. No go. We were the only ones in section dancing. At one point, I turned around and saw others on their feet. I yelled to LIz, “We’re not alone, yeah!” She replied that they were probably standing up because they couldn’t see around us. Oh. We figured people were cursing us. We also figured people thought we were on a date, because we kept asking our seat mates to take pictures of us. They probably assumed we were together and drunk, neither of which was accurate. We just like to dance.
As you can see from the picture above, I wore my super cool Elvis shirt I bought last summer when I saw him in London. How can you not dance when you are in a cool shirt like that?
I’m assuming there will be a LOT of dancing Thursday night. I certainly will be.
C’mon people, this is a concert, not a funeral. And it’s the last week the Police are performing together. Get on your feet and dance like the faux-lesbian that you are!