In honor of the Super Bowl half-time show, and of
this post from Ms Sizz, I thought I'd share a little incident from my own not-so-reckless youth. (Dang!)
When I was in high school - and yes, I realize this will date me but I don't think I've been hiding my age too well on this site so far anyway (I mean, do the math...law school; law career (brief but existent); software career; marriagekidsstayathome - I'm not completly a spring chicken here)(but I digress) - the Stones came to town.
So of course we all went to see them. If by seeing you mean, spend all our highschool pocket change to buy a ticket to hang out with a huge crowd in a large football stadium, have their music piped to us, and see WAY WAY WAY down there on the field some tiny little old people hopping around. Yes, they were old then, even to us. (And let *me* do the math...let's see....they were about as old then as we are now....aaaaaarrgghhhhh!)(But I digress.)
Also I think they had some sort of screen to see Mick's face blown up. Or is that in my memory? Or from seeing some news coverage of it later? Not sure now.
This was the tour where he went out over the field audience in the big cherry picker.
Or is that every tour?
Anyway, I went with my friend Annette and her boyfriend Dean, and some other people.
And somewhere along the way - like in the tunnel leading from the outside of the stadium to the inside of the stadium - we lost Annette.
And I lost Dean too, because I told him to go find her. And he wandered off, and I went to sit in our seats with the other people. And eventually Dean showed up, but without Annette. And I said, aren't you worried? Go find her! But he just shrugged; it was a big stadium; there were a lot of people; he looked; she was lost.
And I went home separately and I don't know how Dean ever did find Annette.
But eventually, the next day, she had turned up, and we all got to talking about the show.
Although our seats were way up in a field-glasses section, she, somehow, ended up on the actual field. Being young, blonde and cute may have helped. And she said she sat with a group of people, in a line, waiting for the show to start.
How did you get on the field? I don't know.
Who were you with? I don't know. (giggle)
And then we started talking about the show.
And she said - Yeah. How did they ever get those huge flying pink elephants to land on the field like that?
And Dean and I just looked at each other.
Um, Annette, I said. What flying pink elephants?
You know, she said. They were huge. There were dropping out of the sky, and landing on the field with all the people.
Like, where you were?
Yeah, like where I was. All around me. That was incredible. How did they do that?
Annette. I said. What did you do with those people?
Nothing, she said.
Did you smoke anything?
No, she said.
Did you *take* anything? You know, a pill, or anything?
No.
Did you
drink something?
No, she said. Well, I had some of their juice they passed down the row.
(And, no. I am not making this up, thank you Dave Barry)
Um, what juice? I said.
Oh, they had this big plastic milk jug with some juice they passed down the row.
And you drank some? I asked.
Yes.
Why?
Well, they were all looking at me. I couldn't not drink it. I just took a little and passed it on. Just like everybody else.
Dean and I looked at each.
Annette, I said. There were no pink elephants at that concert.
Yes! Yes, there were. I saw them. How could you not see them?
Annette, I said. I think you drank some acid there, on the field.
No. No, I did not, that is ridiculous. I did not take
acid.Okay. I said. And Dean and I looked at each other.
But seriously, said Annette. How did those big pink flying elephants land on the field?
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