Most of the concerts I've been to over the years have all had this elbaorate display of laser lights and explosive piro...you know, the stuff that caught Michael Jackson's hair on fire? Yeah so, I was use to seeing all that. But, when I went to the 9:30 Club to see Robbie I was kinda surprised that a concert could be more entertaining without all that crap.
I'm not exaggerating when I say that this was the absolute best concert I have ever been to. Well, with the exception of the New Kids On the Block concert I went to when I was 14. Jordan Knight dancing in front of that giant fan was pretty damn sweet...
Now, I got to the club around 7:30 and there were already people waiting in line- damn those stalker fans. I waited in line until 9:00 when the doors opened and then, once inside, I waited until, I think, about 10:00 for Robbie to actually come out on stage. Wearing platform sandals proved to be a bad idea. My feet were killing me and I almost had to drop kick these 3 skanks who decided it would be a brilliant idea to push their skanky way to the front of the stage and then whip out this giant British flag. Right...there's 14 yr old mentality for you. "Ooo, I know, let's bring a British flag because he's British! Oh my God, I bet we'll be the only ones who think of that!" Of course you will, because you're the 3 village idiots.
I must say that the waiting I did was well worth it. Robbie was fantastic. I think what made the concert so brilliant was his stage presence. He owed the stage and he knew how to work the crowd. The only thing is, I would have liked it so much better if Robbie didn't constantly insist that the sardine packed crowd mosh. I could barely blink let-alone jump up and down on my sore feet. I know, I know. I was a moron for wearing those shoes and I'm kicking myself now for being so damn stupid. Still, moshing was out of the question.
The concert got over about 1:30 and I crawled out of the club to try and find a cab. I looked high, I looked low, I even looked under a bum named Lou, but apparently cabs don't run that late in DC(?) Hmmmm. Luckily Lou found me a cab, well, because I gave him a hug and some money. He was just so nice not to.
I got back to my hotel, The Suicide Inn, around 2:30 and fell asleep to the sound of gun shots and sirens. Oh, the things I endure...
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Aww, isn't that just so precious? Robbie decked himself out in a fancy suit and tie. Now he really looks like James Bond...psh ha ha ha.
In this picture Robbie's looking up towards the sky. Why, you ask? You got me. Maybe he's praying that I'll put my shirt down.
As you might be able to see, Robbie has worked up quite a bit of a sweat in this picture. Perhaps that suit wasn't such a great idea after all...
Ahh, here we have the 3 skanks I was talking about earlier. See their queer flag? Yeah, I told you they were idiots. What's that? You think they might just be British and trying to show their pride? Ha ha ha, that's even funnier!
This was towards the end of the concert. As you can see I'm not as close to the stage as I was before. Yeah, after the whole, "Hey everyone MOSH!" incident I was kinda thrown back 2 rows. Pushy bastards.
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Oh! We're about to start the slide show of Robbie's sweet ass bitch bass player...
Do you see my amazing picture taking skills? That's a Kodac fun saver I'm using...
Usually I end up getting my finger in the picture but thankfully I only got other people's fingers in this time...
And here we have my favorite picture of him. That's right my sweet ass bitch, play that bass...oh, you're so dirty!
Oh and there's Robbie again and um, he's uh, singing? Yeah, singing a song...
And finally we have my personal favorite picture of Robbie. See how he's looking right at me?!? I knew throwing that rock at his head would get his attention. It's just too damn bad it also got the bouncer's attention...
