What the fuck is up with people today?
Since when is it okay to read a gossip rag IN THE MIDDLE OF A SCHOOL CONCERT?
I don't care if your Mom made you go and you couldn't give two shits about your dorky little sister's cello playing, you'd better show some respect.
The same goes for the assholes text messaging, talking, and eating.
I could feel the enamel on my back molars disintegrating under the pressure of the grinding and clenching I was subjecting them to. I visualized several scenarios where I would look like an ass, like jumping up and screaming, "Shut the FUCK UP! They're trying to PLAY here!"
Alas, that gratification shall remain fantasy.
But at least I have this blog.
The worst offenders were the couple whose son was a violinist in the advanced orchestra.
The mom spent the whole concert catching her son's performance on video, all the while completely ignoring her rampaging toddlers.
The "little darlings" scampered between the rows and in the aisles, the folding seats always hitting the seat backs with a bang! every time they got up. Also the one girl was shlepping a big bottle of gatorade around, except for when she repeatedly dropped it, causing a loud thump! followed by rumbling as it rolled downhill toward the stage, which both little girls found highly amusing. I wanted to smack the parents, constantly and soundly.
Hubby/Daddy just sat there, two rows behind them, like a lump, occasionally miming, "shhhhhh!", with his finger to his lips, causing the one fruit of his loins to mimic him by whistling like a steam kettle during a particularly touching orchestral movement.
Next time get abuela to watch the brats, okay? (Was that racist? Oh, well.)
It's not like the three-year-olds appreciated the cultural enrichment the parents were providing them, or that they would remember watching and listening to their brother play, anyway!
And who the hell dresses fraternal twins in matching, ugly and ratty pink sweat suits for a fucking concert, anyway?
Which leads me to also rant about appropriate dress. If the boys and girls on stage can wear tuxedos and formal gowns, respectively, why the hell are the audience members in jeans and sweats? Fucktards.
One concert down and one to go, plus about five more pepband performances to watch at the basketball games.