fecking shite

Went to see Arab Strap in Philly last night. All I can say is that I'm so pissed. I'm not a huge fan, hubby swoons, but I really wanted to see the show. So this is my life. The Place is miniscule, maybe 200 people could shove their bodies in there, and since there is not a smoking ban in PA yet,, I would estimate there were 199 people smoking in there. No ventilation, no nuttin, so I was so nauseous I wanted to punch everyone in the throat and wish cancer juju on them. I had to leave after 4 songs. Plus the joys of humanity, there was the 6'4" punker ( complete with black skinny pants, combat boots, Mohawk and obligatory tats that stood n front of us who smelled worse than some dead bodies I've had the pleasure of keeping company with. He also had this obligatory pseudo punker girlfriend who chain smoked and must have been flying high on heroin, cues she would keep snuggling up to him and sticking her face deeply into said pits of rotting flesh. People for feet around were commenting on the odour du noir. Plus, I had these wonderful stick insect females with fingerless macrame gloves behind me who were creaming their Jessica Simpson jeans saying " Isn't he so cute?" ( referring to singer Aidan, who BTW, was fat, scruffy and looked like he hadn't seen the tiles of a shower in some time himself) "Don't you just want o hug him? and they were literally making swooning noises that sounded slightly orgasmic. Luckily I fled into the night and enjoyed walking the streets oh Philadelphia, chatting with some homeless men on a chilly Sunday after midnight. Didn't quite make up for the disappointment of missing the show due to toxic atmosphere, but alas, this is the life o' Hez.
FYI: Opening band, whisper to a Noise- boring, monotnonus, and quite singular, and yeah guys, the little vid screen with bleeping black and white clips didn't help, and although I adore classical instruments mixed with rocky music, the one note violin and drowned out French horn didn't help matters. Neither did the lead singer/keyboardist's habit of sticking his head on the keyboard and looking longily at it like it was a ice cream cone he wanted to lick. LOL. Damn all you cigarette smokers who ruined my night, and have ruined many a night for me, damn you all to hell!