Stable Hunting

I have something important to say. Concerts are totally the THING for 2011. And are absolutely the best place to scout out new boys... well, at least in the douchebag capital of the world Washington, DC.

I went to two concerts in the past week, and both provided glorious arenas for my favorite sport of stable hunting. You see, my stable is in desperate need of new inventory. I broke up with my boyfriend (if you could even call him that) a few weeks ago, and since then have resorted to the usual post-fling behavior of sifting through exes like dresses on a rack. I tried on a sleepover with one and a day-date with another, but somehow the fit just wasn't flattering. I needed some more options.

So 40 bucks and one spontaneous decision later, there I was at Warner Theatre on Wednesday night, ready to hunt. A Widespread Panic concert is unfortunately not the ideal example of the "best place" to meet guys, but only because there are more wookies and high high schoolers in attendance than actual men. But numbers-wise... you really can't beat it. With the exception of the blond dreaded girl rythmically seizuring two rows in front of me, I was surrounded on all sides by guys. The same thing occurred Friday night at the Whigs show at the 9:30 Club (my FAVE indoor music venue of all time, FYI). Unfortunately for the sake of my hunt, I was attending the show with a gaggle of guy friends, which always hinders my performance (as my mom says, it's like going out "with brick wall around you".) But my accompanying friends K & K agreed with me: We MUST attend more concerts. And next time, without the bricks.

So here's to more concerts in Spring 2011. Hopefully come summer my stable will look more like a rock band and less like a ghost town.

A special thanks to my single girls K & K for an epic Friday night. Although we came up empty handed, I think we can all agree that it was a successful scouting mission.

And of course it's always lovely to feast my eyes on that stable-member-that-never-was, the lead singer of the Whigs... Mr. Parker G. I meeean, just LOOK at that stage kneel!