Firecat called me from Dallas last week to say he was about to buy tickets to see Snoop Dogg at the New Orleans House of Blues. Sure, I said, that will be an experience I've never had! So he picked me up at the daughter's house Monday night, I said goodbye to the grandkids, and we headed for the French Quarter for a couple nights.
We checked into the hotel for a nap (nice to see you again after two weeks, Firecat!), scoped out a trading spot for Tuesday and had dinner, then enjoyed the best bread pudding in New Orleans at Oliviers across from House of Blues, and watched until the line started moving.
The doors opened at 8:30 but it was nearly 9:00 before we got into the venue--standing room only. We found a great perch on the second floor balcony overlooking the stage, and waited for the show to begin at 9:30.
So, what are two mid-fifties white folks doing at a Snoop Doggie Dogg concert, you might ask? Well, we wondered that ourselves. We agreed that we were going for the experience, the feel of the crowd, and a chance to see the venue in that particular spot. So we listened to some very bland impromtu rap from what appeared to be Snoop Dogg's stage hands, and we waited for the show.
We looked over the crowd, we immersed ourselves in the experience, we soaked up the atmosphere of the New Orleans House of Blues...but we couldn't take any photos because they don't allow any cameras. So we waited for the show to begin.
We watched at 10:45 and got excited as they whipped up the crowd time after time, telling us to cheer louder so that Snoop Dogg would think we were ready for him to come out. We stiffled yawns as the rapper said he'd be the first to know the Dogg was coming because he'd get a phone call. Finally at 11:30 we looked at one another and realized we had experienced the crowd, the venue and the "feel." We could even write in our blog about going to a Snoop Dogg concert. The only thing we hadn't done is heard the Dogg rap...and neither of us really came for that anyway.
So we left, FireCat scalped our tickets on the way out and made a little profit for the evening, and we got to sleep in time to trade the next morning. I still don't know if he ever showed up. I guess we really are a couple of fifty-something white folks.
We checked into the hotel for a nap (nice to see you again after two weeks, Firecat!), scoped out a trading spot for Tuesday and had dinner, then enjoyed the best bread pudding in New Orleans at Oliviers across from House of Blues, and watched until the line started moving.
The doors opened at 8:30 but it was nearly 9:00 before we got into the venue--standing room only. We found a great perch on the second floor balcony overlooking the stage, and waited for the show to begin at 9:30.
So, what are two mid-fifties white folks doing at a Snoop Doggie Dogg concert, you might ask? Well, we wondered that ourselves. We agreed that we were going for the experience, the feel of the crowd, and a chance to see the venue in that particular spot. So we listened to some very bland impromtu rap from what appeared to be Snoop Dogg's stage hands, and we waited for the show.
We looked over the crowd, we immersed ourselves in the experience, we soaked up the atmosphere of the New Orleans House of Blues...but we couldn't take any photos because they don't allow any cameras. So we waited for the show to begin.
We watched at 10:45 and got excited as they whipped up the crowd time after time, telling us to cheer louder so that Snoop Dogg would think we were ready for him to come out. We stiffled yawns as the rapper said he'd be the first to know the Dogg was coming because he'd get a phone call. Finally at 11:30 we looked at one another and realized we had experienced the crowd, the venue and the "feel." We could even write in our blog about going to a Snoop Dogg concert. The only thing we hadn't done is heard the Dogg rap...and neither of us really came for that anyway.
So we left, FireCat scalped our tickets on the way out and made a little profit for the evening, and we got to sleep in time to trade the next morning. I still don't know if he ever showed up. I guess we really are a couple of fifty-something white folks.
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Just for the record.... I CAN'T FREAKING BELIEVE YOU!!!!!!
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