PDA not okay - but amusing, Killers concert

This weekend I found myself sitting next to a couple who I can only assume was wildly in love, based on their near-mating behavior and the big rock on her left hand. I had thought that I was going to partake of some concert goodness, in the form of Louis XIV and The Killers, but I ended up being the spectator of something far more primeval that rock music. I went with my friends Jeremiah and Rae (who are brother and sister) and their cousin-in-law Jason and I got the dubious pleasure of sitting on the end next to the happy couple next to us. During the concert and waiting for it they kissed and there was general groping perilously close to my own personage. All this mutual affection stirred in me uncontrollable laughter. (I just hate it when others prepubescent behavior causes my sense of humor to revert to its more puerile roots.) The man's hands would start sliding along her waist ever upwards and I would start laughing and elbow Rae. She usually did one of 2 things: 1) laugh 2) tell me she hated me and she would get me back. During the few times that they talked ("Wow, Rae look, they can TALK too!") we made up dialogues for them. As we dissolved into laughter for the umpteenth time I considered that maybe they could overhear us (they were in the seats right next to us) but figured that if they got embarressed, there was good reason. During an intermission they disappeared, causing Jeremiah to comment that perhaps they had gone to a porta-potty for a quickie? We dismissed this idea, but they DID look a little more relaxed when they got back, so you never know... Rae commented that there were many times during the performance when she felt like leaning over me, tapping them on the shoulder, and pointing out to them that there was a hotel JUST NEXT DOOR to the arena. In fact, the arena was part of the hotel.

It all made me think about a book I was reading on modesty that pointed out when girls get embarressed they giggle and that embaressment is a good thing that indicates that something Important is happening (sexually speaking). Well, obviously something important was happening and something romantic, but I sure wish it had been happening somewhere else more appropriate. Sort of an interesting science experiment into embarressment and giggling though. However, I enjoy manipulating others in my science experiments, not myself:-)

The concert was at a casino and I had planned to try a slot machine, because I've never gambled in a casino and I like new experiences, but we walked into the casino and the rows and rows and rows of slot machines with zombie-like people affixed to them, as if by glue brought one thing to my mind "Why do so many people spend so much time doing something that is so intrinsically boring?" I got so bored just LOOKING at the slot machines, that I didn't even make the effort to actually play one.

So much for being a hardened gambler. That $3 I made playing poker at Christmas is apparently not leading to a Life of Sin and Corruption.