I just got back from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs show. I had a wonderful time. It was Hell getting a ticket, but it was worth it.
That being said, when did the 9:30 Club become so evil? Charging $6 for a 12oz beer? Really? I mean, come on. That's ridiculous. I actually did a double take when I ordered a Boddington's and the bartender told me that was going to set me back eight (!) dollars. I always thought the rules of supply and demand would never apply to alcohol since I was always in demand of it. But the 9:30 Club proved me wrong. You can actually charge so much for booze that I don't want it anymore.
This only augmented my anger towards the 9:30 Club. They totally botched the distribution of Yeah Yeah Yeah tickets. Here I am, a fan of the band, trolling Craig's List looking for some help getting into the show. Who got the tickets? The tickets I wanted? The tickets I convinced myself I deserved? Hipsters? No.
Example #1: The guy in the New York Yankees (aka BALCO East) shirt who was spraying his Miller Lite at his comrades. What a pleasure it was to see him making shadow puppets while the opening band, Blood on the Wall (who were good), was playing. What an inconsiderate asshole. He almost made my night.
I say, almost, because Example #2 was my all-time favorite jackass. He had the uniform down pat. Full yeah-dude regalia. Sandals. Khaki shorts. A tight black shirt. A goofy, shit-eating grin. He was a silly hat away from having his yeah-dudeness implode the universe.
But the clincher! Oh, the sweet, sweet clincher. He was drinking Guinness. A Guinness...wait for it, wait for it....
A Guinness straight out of the can.
ROFL LOL LMAO HAHALAHJV]V
What a fucking tool. I sincerely hope, somewhere down the road, I run into him again. He was an absolute pleasure.