Green Day concerts are to Triumph of the Will as...

So last night I went and saw Green Day, which has been a dream of mine since I was 12 and stayed awake at night mulling the idea of exactly which member I was going to marry (Billie Joe has always had my heart, but I don't think you can underestimate the total awesomeness of having the last name "Cool"). Sad, I know. I am totally enthused with Green Day in a weird way...I don't usually listen to that type of music, but they are just this band who I have always just had something for. And when it comes to Billie Joe Armstrong, that thing I have had has most often been pure and unadulterated lust. And that, my friends, is odd.

But anyway, Green Day concerts are very ironic affairs. For one thing, you have this (adorable) guy on stage telling you to disobey any type of authority...but then he tells you to count to four and you do it, because, well, what else would you do? Odd. And if hundreds of people shaking their fist at a short black haired man doesn't immediately make you think of Leni Riefenstahl, well, you just haven't been doing your propagandistic homework.

So here are the highlights:
1). Overusage of the f-word, which is something that usually peppers my own vocab, but I am in the public library due to stupidness of home computer, and well, it doesn't seem to be wise to type that in here when there is a chubby seven year old playing house under my desk.
2). Billie Joe Armstrong emitting many groans and then saying "Somebody f*%K me!" to which I screamed an ecstatic "OHMIGOD, OK, YOU GOT IT BUDDY!" much to the chagrin of my fiance.
3). Finding out from said fiance that Billie Joe got pulled over by the Berkeley PD (or the BPD, as I like to call them) and arrested for DUI, which I thought was extraordinarily funny, because, seriously, you try to imagine how drunk you'd have to be to get arrested in Berkeley, CA.
4). Watching yuppies go wild. Fun all the time.
5). Watching an obese man in a "America" tank top playing air guitar and singing "Basket Case" at the top of his lungs. (And hearing Matt say after the concert "He smelled like Moscow in July.")
6). And oh, yeah, Billie Joe is short. Really short. Which makes me think that I've had this midget fixation for a long, long time. Hmmm...

So that's them. It was exorbitantly fun, if one can describe fun as being exorbitant. I think we are seeing them again in San Francisco once we get there, just because, well, why not? It also made me pine for my future home, BPD included, and want to unmercifully make fun of Williamsburg. Ha ha.