So the other day Kayla called and asked if I wanted to go to a "punk rock show." She got an invite on myspace (i know, right? but the story gets even better)and she wanted to check it out. The show was in Arlington Heights (!) at a Knights of Columbus hall (!!). "Sure, why not. Let's get drunk in the parking lot." My only recollections of KoC halls are after prom, Diltz's wedding reception, and a random moment we stopped in on the way to Sadie to sing happy birthday to someone? Anyway, I pick her up around 6:30, get lost for a while (my car knew where it was going, but I second guessed it. For shame!) and then hit the crowded highway. We pulled into town, found the KoC and saw a large collection of scenesters outside. Young kids with bad hair cuts, layers and layers of trendy clothes, tight jeans, bangles and bangles, eyeliner and two tone high contrast hair. Sitting there smoking (NOT drinking) and looking bored out of their effing mind. We are laughing hysterically and decide to drive around one more time to size this place up. We are so scared to walk in front of these people, we just don't know what to do. So we do it. Only after we go to the liquor store and get some liquid courage (and by that I mean Kayla bought some gum). So we go. We walk through the kids and get inside. It is small (imagine Mexico's KoC hall). The band is wailing what I STILL think is Christian progrock and there is no stage. Everyone inside would fill about 1/3 of the room and they are crowded around the band performing. The lead singer has very exaggerated expressions. The lead singer throws up his guitar pick and catches it in his mouth. His expression is of pure badassness. The teens around me are either nonchalantly bobbing their heads, emphatically singing along (becuase they know the words, why don't you? Oh because you aren't the bands biggest fan like they are.) or slam dancing (ok, 1 was). This is no fucking punk rock show. These kids don't know punk rock. This is hipster heaven.
Overall, the night was pretty much like high school, except we were the kids that no one knew, liked and or looked at. Which I was fine with because it was the best people watching ever. We finally gave up on the show and found THE BEST mexican restaurant ever and got margaritas and rollitos de pollo. We went back after our break and saw teh last song of the band Kayla wanted to see and heard the one song she knew. Perfect.
It was fun and we laughed a lot. One day, we will look back and say What the hell were we thinking. Oh, wait, we already said that.