Vancouver 2010, February 25th (Presented By Lost: The Final Season). { 0 }
(Previously on Vancouver 2010.)
The ‘84 Winter Olympics in Sarajevo are in full swing and although Canada is playing Sweden in hockey, I’m going to take a patriotic break from reality and, instead, I’m going to cheer and applaud parody – that’s right, I’m off to the Weird Al Yankovic concert.
No shit.
My friend Mark Smith and I are both going. Neither one of us would admit it, but we both think Weird Al is pretty lame, and the only reason we’re going is to go backstage in the hopes of seeing someone famous. And no, we’re not thinking Weird Al.
Will we sneak in Popeye cigarettes? Non-alcoholic beer? Oregano? A blow up doll to put on our shoulders? Seeing that this is a Weird Al show, we agree to bring all of the above.
Here’s a little sample of what we were, um, treated to.
After the show, we went backstage, like planned. What wasn’t planned was seeing Weird Al feeding grapes to Dorothy Hamill. Both were in skin coloured suits. Al looked fittingly weird. Dorothy looked like something out of Penthouse Letters, only she wasn’t fully naked, and there was no erotic letter to masturbate to.
So I did what any 14 year old boy would do when he sees his dream girl almost naked. I fainted.
The moral of this post? Or maybe I overdosed on oregano?
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