The rolling stones concert blew my mind.  It was completely awesome.  The people who where there were a trip—by far, the most interesting people watching ever is at a Rolling Stones concert. 

We ducked into Starbucks so that we would look legit…and so we could use a bathroom.  I asked for boteled water, but they were out.  They still let me use the bathroom, but I am beginning to worry about a trend—recently, restaurants have been out of whatever I order. Seriously, my luck is poor. (I went to denny’s last night and they were out of chicken.  Who is out of chicken?)  Anyways, Starbucks was still kind enough to let me use their bathroom.  Afterwards, we got on a nearby Hollywood Tram Bus.  At first, I was confused because the only people I saw inside were senior citizens.  I was worried that the Loma Linda Valley Villa had come to see the stones, but upon entering the bus, Neal and I discovered that the back of the bus housed the cooler crowd. 

Then we began to smell pot.  The guy across the aisle had stuffed bud into a doctored Parliament Light cigarette.  Neal didn’t notice it was a doctored parliament light and said, “Parliament Lights!  This guy knows what’s up.”  The guy looked at Neal and smiled, confused and nervous.  That is when the drunk guy in the back of the bus yelled at the bus driver, “hurry up, we’re missing Joss Stone.”  (Joss Stone was the opener for the Stones).  His drunk antics made sense, and we all began to yell, “Joss Stone!”  Everyone understoodthe sarcasm.  We were bitter that we got Joss Stone as an opener, while other stones tour concerts had openers like Pearl Jam, Metallica, The John Mayor Trio, toots and the maytalls, and the John Butler Trio.  They got Perl Jam and we got Joss Stone.

It was already a good night and the Stones hadn’t even come out yet.  The Hollywood bowl was electric, and Neal and I found our seats amidst a great flow of positive energy.  Most of the positive energy was coming from the two ladies next to us.  We started talking, and found out that they were sisters from Sacramento.  The older one, who did most of the talking because she was not high off her ass, told us that she was an art teacher, and that she was skipping school on Monday to see this concert.  I told her that I wanted to be a teacher, and that I had taken the CSET that morning.”  She was delighted to hear that and wished me luck.  I needed some luck because I had woken up at 2:30am that morning to study for the CSET, and it was already 9:00 in the evening.  Fortunately, neal has some caffeine pills that could make a horse fly.

Then the Stones came out and rocked my world.  I could feel the warmth of the pyro-techniques from our seats, and the wrinkles on mick jaggers face were deep.  I screamed so loud that my voice sounded burley for three days.

Neal and I both  got sick the next day.  The illness took away all motivation to do anything but watch TV—that was bad because I had everything to do that week.  But it was so worth it.  The Stones kick ass.  Always remember that—if nothing else, remember that the Stones kick ass.