Last week we attended a Steely Dan concert at the Orpheum Theater.
I've never seen so much tie dye, white hair, and potbellies in one location before. Ok, I'll cop to contributing to the white hair and potbellies, but we didn't sport any tie dye.
It looked like an AARP convention and I was terrified some old bat might swing her Depends around her finger and toss them at the band.
Judging from the people who climbed over us several times to get out a lot of old, weak bladders gave the bathrooms a good workout.
One young girl with humongous boobs started dancing in the aisle and a theater matron went nose to nose with her telling her she had to sit down. I suspect it was boob envy as this girl was about the only person there with tits still above her belly button.
Toward the end some old geezers in front of the stage rebelled and decided to dance anyway, while a few braver souls banged on the stage, and another guy played air guitar. They got by with it as they passed the saggy boobs test and the rather matronly theater matron decided she wasn't walking that fucking far to tell people to stop it.
Steely Dan isn't really my thing although I know some of their songs. My husband is the big Steely Dan fan. The things you do for love.
Here they are in the 70's and boy do they look a lot different now.
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