I went to the Santana show this past Sunday in Charlotte at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre.
After reading that out loud, I sound like a NASCAR driver… “Yeah, we were rockin’ real hard down in Charlotte at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater. I’d like to thank Santana, Los Lonely Boys, and Tim Beeman’s wife back at the shop. Oh man, Tim’s Mitsubishi Montero Sport was dialed in and it got us there and back. I’d also like to thank Coors beer and Jesus Christ, my personal savior.”
I’ve never really had a large appreciation of Santana’s music. I came out of there a fan. I need to go get me some Santana CD’s. It was an awesome time.
Tim (www.busteduncle.com www.heavens-sake.net) Beeman came across some VIP tickets. That included VIP box seats and VIP parking passes.
Tim and I had didn’t have any idea what the VIP amenities were all about and we were very curious. Tim and I both were only positive about knowing only 5 Santana songs. I’m sure that a few of you out there shaking your heads.
I’ve never been a fan of foreign language songs. I never know what they are singing. I’m fear that if I were to translate it, they are singing something like this… “Dumb American… You are not smart… Your penis small… Just watch your TV Land… Soccer is the best sport in the world, dumb ass…”
Yes, it’s unfounded and it’s a crazy fear I know.
We were sitting in our box and seven ladies between the ages of 45 to 55 arrived and sat in the box next to us. I suddenly perked up because I’ve always been attracted to older women. All of these women were hot fillies. There wasn’t a single nag in the pack. They were consuming a lot of expensive beers and cocktails. They were laughing and having a good time. One lady was wearing a clingy small top with no bra (thank you Lord). Another lady had a very loose fitting top with a low cut and she bent over frequently (I’ll thank Buddha for that one).
More and more alcohol was consumed and the Santana music helped them get into a dance mood. They were moving their bodies with no inhibitions and I was enjoying every moment of it.
Two of the ladies noticed me watching and enjoying the show in THEIR box. They passed on the knowledge to their friends, but the party did not stop. It only fueled them on. If one stopped dancing, a friend would get her started again and look back at me for a reaction.
This continued on for some time. When they took a break to sit down during a slow song, they would glance our way to see if we were still taking an interest. I locked eyes with one of the elder beauties and mouthed the words “thank you”. She took the opportunity to come over to our box.
I personally thanked her and told her how much I had enjoyed watching them. Her smile was as big as Bono’s pretentiousness and she gave me a sexy little laugh.
They gave us a wave as they left and one of them even blew me a kiss.
After the young girl who took the compliment about her smile all wrong (that’s in the previous blog, the one right under this one), I felt redeemed.