Last weekend I went with my friend Andy P. to see They Might Be Giants perform in St. Louis. He called me a few weeks ago asking if I wanted to drive over there to see them, and, after taking my sweet time making a decision, I told him that I’d go. So, we made a day trip out of it.
On the way out there, I talked to my friend Kevin who lives in St. Louis because I wanted to know if he would be available to hang out. While talking to him, we learn that the TMBG concert was actually part of Mardi Gras. This, obviously, hadn’t occurred to me or Andy.
We made it to St. Louis across some treacherous bits of I-70 and parked my car in a downtown garage. Free shuttles were running between downtown and the Soulard district where festivities had been underway for some time.
The Soulard was pretty much trashed. The people were too. I remember seeing mostly eaten turkey legs rotting on the ground, garbage everywhere, piss, and lots and lots of really drunk people barely able to walk. Whatever had been happening prior to my arrival, I obviously missed out.
So, we finally found the stage where TMBG was to play. The band performing when we got there was called Wyld Stallyns, which I have no doubt is spelled correctly and is a total reference to Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Unfortunately, the music they played didn’t really go with their somewhat cool name: Justin Timberlake, Aerosmith, Bon Jovi, etc. Yeah.
During the performance, this piss drunk girl asked me if I liked to pee on my girlfriends, or boyfriends, for that matter. While she was asking me this bizarre question, I couldn’t help but appreciate her progressive, non-heterosexist attitude. Way to be! After I told her that I was not into watersports, she told me that she was just taking a survey.
Anyway, TMBG was awesome! It was fucking cold outside, but they managed to put on a really good show. They’re true professionals because, for a while, I was distracted from the weather.
After the show, Andy and I eventually made it back to my car. We regained sensation in our feet somewhere in Illinois. Anyway, we made it back at around 2:00 AM and called it a night, and added yet another notch to my bedpost of adventures.
