I Feel a Little Bit Like Eating a Steak

I went out with Jon, Chris, and Serena on Saturday night. My plan was to go to a bar called, O’Casey’s because they occasionally carry college football, if you ask nicely. It turns out; Jon, Chris, and Serena get most college football games on their television. I watched the first quarter of the Gator game in which Timmy Tebow looked like the force we all expected this year. Everyone else was ready to go out so we went to a free concert in honor of the U.N. Day of Peace. A Dutch punk band, clearly inspired by Fall Out Boy and other pop-punk-emoish bands, was playing on the main stage at this festival. The lead singer was dressed like Pete Wentz. He was wearing a hoody sweatshirt with a t-shirt underneath and skinny jeans. About an hour into the show he got rowdy. Someone gave him a row of potted plants. The pot was about six feet in length and I would guess there were about fifteen small plants in it.

Shortly thereafter, Pete started dancing with his back to the crowd. His skinny jeans were sagging and his butt was hanging out. The freaky Dutch loved it. The concert emcee/organizer did not. He came on stage in the middle of the show and tried to get the band to stop playing.
Keep in mind that this is a free public show in honor of the United Nations Day of Peace. The venue was basically like the Landing in Jacksonville. Not like the stage inside the Landing, like the front steps of the Landing.
Pete was undeterred. He kept playing and dancing around. The song came to a break (Patrick, Boda, somebody, what do you call that, a bridge?) and ole Pete started to chant, “I feel a little bit like throwin’ a plant, I feel a little bit like throwin’ a plant, if you feel a like throwin’ a plant say yeah!” This continued until all fifteen plants were safely in the audience.
The next chant went like this, “I feel a little bit like tweakin’ my nipples, I feel a little bit like tweakin’ my nipples, If you feel like tweakin’ your nipples say yeah!” Dude had his shirt up under his armpits and was following his own advice as it regarded nipples.

We didn’t stay much longer. We went to O’Casey’s for a beer and, hopefully, some football. The bartender gave a valiant effort but could not find the Gator game so we watched the Ryder Cup. Go U.S.A. If you are not familiar with the Ryder Cup, get educated. America had failed year after year until Boo Weekley danced like Happy Gilmore down the fairway. God bless America.