Last night Becky Home Ecky and I went to Music in Plymouth. Its an annual event, I blogged about it last year here. This year was better. We wormed our way to as close to the front of the stage as possible. People still talked and blabbered but at least we were close enough that the orchestra could drown them out.
Were still holding on to our wonderful diet. This was a hard test for us. Our favorite food groups were there in full force, namely the grease, salt and sugar food groups. Mini doughnut smells, and cheese curds. Not to mention corndogs, and roasted corn. It was torture. Plus families were bringing their own food in as well. Pastas, fried chicken, Doritos. It was hell I tell you hell. Many a time Becks had to hold me back from tripping some child and snarffing down his mini doughnuts.
Its amazing that people will chat through an orchestra playing Stars and Stripes forever, but will pipe down and be quietly awed by some Lou Bega blasting out Mambo number 5 while they watch the crappiest laser show on earth.
Sadly the laser medley of doom cannot be avoided because after that are the fireworks which really do kick ass.
I must admit the irony of the grand finale of Celine Dion belting out God Bless America in an orgasmic super blast of fireworks was a bit much for me. Yay America and French Canadians! What the hell I saywhat THE HELL?!
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