Show me, show me, show me

Cheney and I went to Philadelphia this weekend to see the Cure. It was one of the first new experiences I've had in a really long time.

Now, I'm no Cure fan-girl or anything. I would hardly go so far as to call myself a "fan", honestly. I have the songs that I like and that's pretty much as far as it goes. But this was my very first experience seeing someone that is so unbelievably famous in such a huge freaking place surrounded by so many freaking people. I've never been to an arena concert before and I'll tell you what, it's a lot different then packing people in to see O'Death play at the Oasis. I feel like I was the only person in the entire arena that was looking around at all the people instead obsessing over Robert Smiths' jolly [yet somehow still intimidating] demeanor. And I'll tell you what, these people were having the times their lives.

I always try to appreciate new experiences and new people. The entire Hollywood institution kind of grinds my gears [a topic for another blog] but there is something to be said about someone that, throughout the last few decades, has gained the love and respect of all kinds of people all over the world. Around the middle of the show I found myself thinking about how people tend to separate themselves from others based on the music that they prefer.


Then they played Just Like Heaven...and I sang and danced along with every other person there.