Consumed with what's to transpire

Ok, I think I have to admit that I turn out to be closer [sic] to being a die hard fan than I thought.

I got annoyed cause somebody standing next to me was constantly shouting out the wrong lyrics. So was half of the stadium. And then a quarter left after Sex on Fire, not even waiting for the encores. And than another quarter left after Use Somebody (which as Nathan jokingly pointed out on Saturday, was originally called Booze Somebody), despite the fact that KoL always sing Black Thumbnail as a closing number. Even I know that and I've never been to their gig before. Well, who cares, that left me jumping alone, cause everybody else in my row left. Screw you and your bowels, more space for my final war dance.

Milk

But still - I've had lots of fun, and even I have to admit that 50 thousand people jumping and singing Sex on Fire (with wrong lyrics, of course) on the top of their lungs is kind of breath-taking. Despite the fact that you start wondering if for some it's the only KoL song they know. Or at least the only one they've been waiting for. Don't missunderstand me, I didn't sit down for a moment, from Taper Jean Girl (second song) on, and neither did anybody around me. And everybody would go shouting or clapping their hands for every single tune. I was glad to get my favs live: Closer, Birthday, Pyro, Charmer, On Call and Revelry.

I got lots of positive energy from the gig, despite the awkward request for me to change seats (really, what was that all about?), walking to Princes Street in high heeled cloggs (probably should have worn different shoes but I love those), people on the way singing choruses of the biggest hits out of tune and with wrong lyrics and even a bunch of people singing Wonderwall by Oasis (WTF?!).

Now last week's gone it feels anti-climatic and I'd like it to happen all over again. If there was another KoL gig tonight at Murrayfield I'd gladly go, really. Didn't feel this way after Bon Jovi. And I even envy Marcin the July Iron Maiden gig! Despite not being an Iron Maiden fan for even a tiny bit. Bring it on!
Or maybe it's time to have a quiet evening with Lorenzo on my lap, watching DVDs?