WELCOME –
My Name is Jenny. I live on the edge of the metropolitan
ghetto of San Bernardino. My husband attends medical school while I learn the
travesties of being a 1950’s housewife—minus the Miltown. I invite you to
follow me on my journey. I have had many requests to start a blog. Since I have
nothing else of comparable value to do with my time currently, I feel it to be
a good idea. As Eric would say when I refuse to go get eggs from Costco because
it would be a drive from the store I am currently at (Stater Brothers) “Jenny
your time isn’t yet worth the extra 3 dollars we are going to save”. In truth
he is correct, sadly. Whether your just popping in for a quick read or you’re a
follower, I hope I give you the gift of laughter (the only thing that gets me
through my days).
Yesterday we went to see James Brown at the Hollywood Bowl.
Now let me correct myself there, because it wasn’t actually James Brown. It was
a James Brown tribute concert. But hey it might as well of been James brown
since the actor from his new life story feature film showed up to sing and
dance for us.
Now Eric always wants us to save the extra penny. Yes folks,
even if it is a cent, we will be saving it.
So in lea of Eric’s trusty tradition we drove to the LA Zoo and took the
bus to the Hollywood Bowl to save seven dollars. He told me this would only be a 20-minute
drive. This was definitely a 40-minute drive I can assure you. Something you
should know about Eric right off the bat is that his sense of time is always
minimized or exaggerated. Just a side note.
When we got to the bowl it was of course filled with people
of all races, not. We might have been 2 of the 15 white people at the Bowl last
night. We walked to our seats, which are more than half way up the bowl. I assume
this would be in the Nose Bleed Section. We pleasantly find that we are the
only ones sitting on our bench. Now this is no small bench. So when two ladies
show up and insist we need to scoot ourselves two spaces down Eric goes into a
little bit of a shock. As I see him just blankly staring at the lady who is
being no less than rude, I start to chime in. I tell her that she has at least
20 feet on the other side of her and she should be just fine. She insists this
is not. So I of course tell her she is crazy. DO NOT EVER TELL A CRAZY PERSON
SHE IS CRAZY, I REPEAT. Her hands
started flying every which way hands can fly, and words I have not heard before
started flowing from her drunken ass. As usual, Eric had to hold me back from
attacking the drunk Hyena. (Thank God I married this man. He has saved me
numerous times from being thrown out of bars, restaurants, amusement parks, and
airplane ticket counters).
As the night progressed many ladies around us apologized in
advance for their future rocking out. This crowd was nothing compared to some
other shows I have been to at the Bowl, but they definitely knew how to shake
what their mama gave them. I was grabbed at least three times by the lady next
to me telling me it was time to shake my ass with her. She was so drunk I think
she forgot I was white. The smell of weed was permeating my section, which
truly worried me, as I will have to take a pee test for a job soon. I hope I
didn’t accidently inhale. Can that even happen?
I don’t know.
The announcer was a very old man whose sanity might have
been in question. He kept announcing people to come on stage who never showed
up, and then calling out woman who actually were men when they walked on stage.
He stood up there dancing the whole night like some ghost of James Browns past.
All the jackets sparkled and the GOGO dancers rocked out like it was 1963. More
bands need to sparkle. It definitely adds an edge that most are falling quite
short of. As the night was coming to an end the actor from the new film
actually came on stage and graced us with some dance moves and singing. That
man is so talented. The whole stadium when wild when he started shaking his
feet faster than a naked man on hot stones.
And the night wouldn’t have been complete without someone
spilling his or her drink on me. This time it was from above. Which is a unique
addition to my already long line of things being spilled on me. At least it was
not human pee (more on that later).
Hope you all have a wonderful week. Ill be posting whenever I feel the need. Tune
in next time for Adventures With Jenny.
