Parking was a nightmare, of course, because everything Downtown was closed off for some sort of big event / sheeple fleecing / dooshbag round up, and after driving around in circles for a while, looking for an available spot to park, and right as I was about to give up on finding one, a perfect spot opened up, which was a quick walk away from Atomic Liquors, so Erika and I - plus Bob, of course, ambled over to the venue, passing through a semi-chained, locked fence of some sorts to get there, and it was while walking through all the blatantly open spaces and hundreds of not being used Port-A-Potty's, that it occurred to me how clueless the Downtown mentality is, and just how desperate and pathetic the people that embrace it truly are. It's only from the outside that you can see what's really going on inside. Downtown used to be such a cool, dirty little place. This Disneyfication of the place is terrible. The cleaner it looks, the worse it smells. Ugh.
OK, so after what seemed like a zillion years, and with lots of jockeying for position from those of us dumb enough to be standing near the front, especially since all the foods and whatever else they were planning to throw at the crowd was in shopping bags by the amps, bulging bags full of dirty surprises, and it looks like the band is ready to start shit up. The mics are turned on, and The Mapes start egging the crowd on, hurling insults, preparing the crowd for the worst, like poking the lion with a stick, telling them what's about to happen, and nobody cares. It's not our first time at this retarded sexy rodeo. We can take it. Horns are being blown, drinks are being consumed in mass quantities, cameras are set to record, and Sherif Turlett starts cranking out the riff to Me So Horny, and the crowd lets loose a humongous howl of appreciation, and just like that, The Mapes are off and running. Holy fuck is this shit Epic.