Seeing Morrissey in Richmond was so unusual and out of place, but awesome, like eating birthday cake in a bathtub. I was a little nervous about the concert because people are so into Morrissey that he is the kind of public figure who gets shot. Nothing like that happened, though. We saw the show with Jess, who is an old pal of Richard’s and also my height. Tall men kept making a point to move three feet closer to the stage by standing in front of us. When that wasn’t happening we were constantly being swept aside to let through a stream of people who couldn’t sit still for one second. Short girls are the drawbridges on society’s river. Just move through us, aholes, it’s not like we’re watching some beefy Irishman sing some songs.
Jess won a special place in my heart when the umpteenth person stood right in her way and she shouted “Really? Come on!” and he immediately startled, apologized, and moved. Then she maybe/maybe not accidentally poured the rest of her drink down back of another guy.
It was a good show. If Morrissey played ten minutes away from my house again I would go.
March 17, 2009 at 8:49 pm
Tall people suck at concerts and events. Why do they feel the need to pick the shortest person and stand in front of them. I mean “Really? Come on!” . I like this Jess person too.
April 16, 2009 at 10:14 am
Hey, I didn’t know you were there too. Cool beans! Yeah, I know what you mean about getting shoved around. I got lucky and had a central view, but it wasn’t without some effort. One guy was being a real jerk to my husband. My husband got in a verbal tiff with him but the guy backed off and then started spouting, drunkenly that my husband was a jerk. But beyond him, I had a wonderful time. I would love for him to come again.