On New Year's Eve, Wendy and I went to Madison Square Garden to see the North Mississippi Allstars, Trey Anastasio, and the Black Crowes.  It was a great show.  NMA is a cool little southern rock band.  They write great songs.  Trey came out and did amazing things.  And the Black Crowes finished things up with a bunch of loud rock songs.  Good stuff. 

But like all shows, weird things happen.  There was this couple in their 40s that came in and were acting pretty weird.  Because they were unfathomably drunk.  Not just acting stupid or talking loud.  Ridiculous.  Absurd.  Embarrassing.  The guy was yelling at the woman and she looked like she was about to walk out of the venue.  Then it looked like the guy started to cry.  Then we realized that the woman was wearing little more than a sport coat on top.  We were pretty sure there was nothing underneath.  She would go buy beers and come back to the wrong section and start talking to people she didn't know.  This went on the whole night.  I wish I got her autograph. 

Concerts attract freaks.  That's a given.  So I'm never really surprised by what I see.  But there was this one guy who was dressed in tights and a scarf, and had a black, plastic crow attached to his shirt sleeve.  There was another guy who sat in our row who got up to leave every 7 minutes or so.  I'm not sure what his problem was.  There was a [white] guy that sat two rows ahead of us who attempted to keep the beat by clapping.  Whenever I saw him do this, I threw up a little.  What a disgrace.  Somebody had a laser pointer.  That's so 1995.  Somebody smoked pot.  Oh wait, that was everybody.  There was somebody throwing up in the trashcan in the bathroom.  There was somebody who had big, furry hair like Slash.  Somebody yelled out "Freebird".  Lots of people put on their Black Crowes shirts right before the band came on stage.  They were that guy. #entertainment