Words and Thoughts: Raffi, and his Insane Clown Posse
Hello again, alleged readers. Well, I’m in the ol’ proverbial hot water again. I’ve been stuck for the last four days in the parking lot out in front of the convention center. Four days ago, I took the family to an Insane Clown Posse cover band concert at the convention center annex. And by “the family” I mean my neighbor, his wife, and their two kids. And by “took” I mean asked them to drive and buy my ticket. And by “Insane Clown Posse cover band”, I do mean Insane Clown Posse cover band, but I told them it was a Raffi concert, and the kids would be all about it. The family was in fact, not all about the ICP cover band.
Honestly though, I think it’s their fault for being so oblivious and allowing themselves to be deceived. Raffi isn’t even touring right now. And why would I want to go see Raffi with their kids? Their kids suck, are whiny, and would ruin the Baby Beluga singalong for sure. On the other hand, I know for a fact that those kids don’t know a single word to “Night of the Chainsaw” and thus have no way to ruin that singalong! These are all hints that they should have picked up on to clue them into the fact that when I showed up at their front door screaming, “Oh my God the mailman just got hit by the ice cream truck out here, you need to come out here right now!” and then clarified once they were all outside, “Actually, the ice cream truck isn’t here, and the mailman is fine, we just need to all go to the Raffi concert right now!” that I may not have actually been being entirely truthful with them.
As I said, really more their fault than mine. And certainly, their fault that I’m stuck here. They left like two songs in, right after “Murder Rap”. At first, when they left, I thought they were going to buy some Faygo. Alas, they were not, instead they were leaving. Which was fine because again, the kids are whiny. But what really threw me is when I got out of the concert, after I couldn’t get backstage to party with the cover band, my neighbor didn’t come back to pick me up. They like left left. Some thanks I get for surprising them with this delightful night out!
I will be having words with them as soon as I find a way to get home, I tell you what! I can’t wait for them to ask me to help them open their pool by not dumping yard waste in it, like they ask every year. And almost every year I’m happy to help (except the one year when I had to get rid of my compost pile, that year I didn’t have any other choice, and couldn’t help even though I wanted to). But this year… I don’t want to help. Honestly, right now, the only thing I want is to leave this parking lot.
But if I left here, then I’d have to go to work. And as much as I want to leave here, I don’t want to go to work more. Maybe I’ll just stay “stuck” here for a few more days.
