I swear I didn't plan on breaking the drought with another wacky Christian picture. It just worked out that way. Oh Blogger default fonts, I have missed you. My unplanned hiatus really just came down to one thing. And that is I don't really do enough. But last night, in defiance of all expectation and precedent, I did something. I saw The View at the Metro, and what follows is the experience that inspired this entry.And just so we're all on the same page, the band, not the talkshow.
The View By Numbers
88, 354. Repetitions of "The View! The View! The View is on fire!"
4, 726. Number of tiny drummer jokes inspired by the fun-size drum kit
100. Percentage of the band that was Scottish
99. Percentage of the audience that was Scottish
20. Percentage of the band that looked like Monty
17. Percentage deafness persisitng in left ear
12. Dollars spent on nachos
8. Litres of beer that got dumped on me
6. Songs I actually knew
5. Number of times one guy got pulled out of the crowd by security for crowd surfing
4. Number of people who managed to jump from the barricade on to the stage, do a lap, and leap back in to the crowd before security could catch them. Did I mention Scottish crowds as awesome?
3. Conversations eavesdropped on while on the train home
2. Number of times the dickhead next to me threw his hat on the stage
2. Number of times he got it back
1. Number of times I wanted him to get it back
0. Words spoken by the band I understood
Good times. Movie reviews soon.














