Thursday, July 22, 2004
Justice is served.
Candace and I went to the Bite of Seattle last weekend. It's one of those deals where all sorts of different area restaurants set up a stand and serve up a few dishes. It was crowded but not horribly so, as the event was all spread out among Seattle Center (under the Space Needle.) There was plenty of room to wander around and check out the music on four different stages. And the best part of that was the stage where we first saw this band:
"Vital Signs"
which was pretty funny. Be cool or be cast out? Hardly.
But then we saw this band:
"Southern Justice"
and that's when things really got nuts.
By the time they finished their guitar-jam heavy encore (one guess which song it was) the ENTIRE audience was on its feet going crazy. Except for this very large woman who would get so excited that she would attempt to do a backwards somersault, heaving her monster ass up off the grass while wiggling her fleshy, butt-white legs in the air and thrashing her mulleted head back and forth in trailer trash ecstasy.
Justice was truly served, with a side of chili cheese fries and a Big Gulp Extreme.
"Vital Signs"
which was pretty funny. Be cool or be cast out? Hardly.
But then we saw this band:
"Southern Justice"
and that's when things really got nuts.
By the time they finished their guitar-jam heavy encore (one guess which song it was) the ENTIRE audience was on its feet going crazy. Except for this very large woman who would get so excited that she would attempt to do a backwards somersault, heaving her monster ass up off the grass while wiggling her fleshy, butt-white legs in the air and thrashing her mulleted head back and forth in trailer trash ecstasy.
Justice was truly served, with a side of chili cheese fries and a Big Gulp Extreme.
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