  Last night was the Kid Rock concert. Derek and I hadn't even made it to our seats before the mullet count made it to 12. We just figured there were too many to keep track of. That was definitely the most crowded concert I've been to in the last month, which sucked. I think I've just lost my concert fever so I wasn't as tolerant of the normal crowd and rowdiness one can expect from a rock concert, especially a Kid Rock concert. There were pole dancers for cryin out loud. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, it was just a little creepy when they danced to the slow songs. They weren't that great...I could've done better. Wait...why do I care? Because that's what I do with anything that has to do with dancing.
I obsess and wait around until I find a dancer that I can outperform. Granted, I haven't danced in nearly 3 years, but I know how to perform. Okay I'm grossing myself out. I'm in a shitty mood and am dreading my weekend. I hate that I have to spread my time out with friends and boyfriend. I just wish Derek and I had the same friends or that he actually liked mine. Oh well, I guess this happens to a lot of couples. I hate it. 
