We Had A Great Time At Your Party

I went to see Ween last night for my first time ever. They were so fucking good. We went to see them at this place with the gayest name ever The San Francisco Bathhouse. The tickets said that the doors opened at 7:30, but we figured there was no way that show start before 9:00 so we started our walk there at 8:30 and arrived pretty much right at 9:00. We walked in, and as we started walking up the stairs to the place we heard them just finishing up "Voodoo Lady" I couldn't believe they had already started! So we ran up the stairs as fast as we could, I asked some dude how long they had been playing and he told me about a half an hour. Crazy bastards! Anyway, as soon as we got up there they broke in to "Your Party" from the new album, and I was super stoked. However, I was also bummed because I wanted to be at the very front of the stage, but it was already a sold out event. The place itself was probably about the square footage of Amigos, but with no chairs, and without the bar in there so it was a really intimate event. Anyway, long story short I manged to gangle my way close to the front of the stage, with only one row of people in front of me and over to my right. Jarrad dislocated his shoulder recently and didn't want to get jumbled around too much, so he stayed out of the crowd a bit, but I got right in there, danced and jumped around and sang along and had the time of my life. It was insanely hot in there and it got to the point where you can't fight it and you just enjoy the sweaty mess you are. Ween were fucking amazing. Deaner is an insanely good guitarist, and Gener makes the funniest faces and looks like a fat little 4th grade computer nerd. All his fat is around his waist. He looks really gross. So yeah, the show was fucking awesome except that there was this stupid bitch behind me with a dishy accent in between every song yelling out "MEESTA WOULD YE PLEEEESE HALP MY POWNNNNAY?! MEESTA WOULD YE PLEEEESE HALP MY POWNNNNAY?! MEESTA WOULD YE PLEEEESE HALP MY POWNNNNAY?!" God only knows what I am doing in a country where I despise the accents.

Also some guy during the first encore (they played two) tried to step right in front of me. I tapped on the shoulder and gave him the hand signal of "What the fuck?" and he just did it back to me and I did it again. After the song ended we had a conversation:
"What's so speecial about yer top there mate?" (I was holding my flannel in my hand when I did the "what the fuck" hand signs.)
"Nothing, I just don't want you to stand in front of me."
He got a really cocky smile on his face, he was a preppy little cunt face. "Calm down mate, eet's a mosh pit."
"Dude, no one's moshing, I've been standing here the whole show, I just don't want you to stand in front of me so I'm asking nicely."
"Well too bad."
"What are you kidding me man? Don't be a dick."
Then he made a pouting face and flapped his bottom lip and made that noise that you make to indicate that someone is being a baby.
"Look dude, don't be a fucking cunt, just don't stand in front of me."
Then he just stood really close beside me practically pushing against me, not even into the music, holding his ear cause it was so loud. So I just jumped up and down to the music making sure to land on his foot a few times and in between songs clapping as loud as I could right beside his ear and screaming really loud. He went away after awhile. Asshole.

So yeah, the show was awesome, one of my favourites I've ever been to.