Old lady moment

So, I'm at the Staples Center to see Kenny Chesney & LeAnn Rimes. I love both so I'm excited. LeAnn has a great voice. I actually think she sounds better than Carrie Underwood. It's a pure and clean voice. Anyway, she's singing her heart out but all I hear is blah blah blah, blah blah blah. I ask Desiree if she can hear the song. She's like, "oh yeah. I like this song". Everyone around me are drunk and whooping and hollering. I yawn. I yawn again. I'm trying to pop my ears. Why can't I understand a word of what this woman is saying?

She sings "How I Can I Live Without You" which I love. That is pretty clear and she sounds great. Then she goes uptempo again and I can't understand her. She puts on a Laker's jersey (24) and sings "I want you to want me" and she's tearing it up. She really does sound great. Okay. Maybe the equipment needs to be fixed. Kenny was entertainer of the year. I know his equipment will be great.

A woman comes up to me and she's drunk off her behind and puts her face about 6" from me and explains that she was on the bottom floor and the sound was no better from there. She starts complaining that the acoustics in the Staples Center are terrible and that if you're there to party it's fine, but if you want to hear a concert, DON'T GO TO THE STAPLES CENTER. She's going on and on and my eyes are crossing because her nose is so close to mine, my eyes are automatically trying to auto focus.

Kenny comes out and he's wearing his cowboy hat and cut off shirt. He starts singing and I don't know what he is signing. HELP ME! I'M STUCK IN A TUNNEL!

I can't understand anything going on, so I start looking at his cut-off shirt and remembering Bobby wearing that type of shirt when he would mow lawns. It started depressing me and making me sad.

Kenny sings a song and puts the microphone out for the fans to sing along. No one does. I don't think anyone knew what he was singing either. I'm not alone. We're here trapped in this concert listening to blah blah blah and no one will admit that no one can understand the lyrics. THE EMPEROR IS NAKED PEOPLE (by the way, the emperor's weenie is sitting next to me, drunk off his butt).

So Desiree and I, after spending $120 on the tickets (Desiree bought those), $30 on gas, $15 for parking, $3.75 for each water, $3.75 for a stale licorice, $8.50 for pasta, we decided to leave. 10 minutes into Kenny's concert. We asked for a refund and were rudely told "no".

I had always wanted to see Kenny Chesney so I was really disappointed. I know that the show could have been great if the Staples Center would have updated their equipment and stopped being so greedy that they let the fans suffer in a stadium that sounds like you have cotton in your ears!