Concert Mishaps

When I go to a concert, there are three things I pray do not happen while I'm there.  One:  I pray I don't get beer spilled on me, two:  I pray no one falls in my lap, and three:  I pray that the people behind me aren't obnoxiously louder than the group singing.

Being at the Daughtry/Lifehouse concert in Charlotte last night with my best friends was absolutely a blast. The voices and guitar playing of these two groups never left me short of amazed.  Unfortunately, none of my prayers were answered.

The group of guys behind us was so obnoxiously drunk and so loud, we almost couldn't hear the bands.  They were jumping and screaming in each other's face.  I think I heard more profanity out of their mouths than I've heard on Showtime, HBO, and Cinemax combined.  Security even came up to settle them down, but it didn't work.  Not fifteen minutes after the security visit, one of the guys had fallen face first over his seat into the arm rest of mine and dumped a whole glass of beer on my seat and bottom.  This leaving me soaked in beer and knocked over by a drunk, lanky, walking disaster.  Security promptly kicked him out, but I spent the rest of the evening with enough yeast on my jeans to bake a loaf of bread!  To top it all off, the rest of his group started giving us a hard time for his behavior and him getting kicked out.

Has the human race forgotten how to be civilized?  Are people no longer responsible for their own actions?  I stand by my decision to move to Mars!