A study in sociology
The other day some friends took love and I as well as another accomplice to a little shindig. Out of our group I was the only one that had ever attended one such gathering previously. It was really just a study in sociology, how do we respond and interact with those around us and what kind of people does one such event attract? All of these questions were about to be answered.
As the time drew near for the event to start people were milling about, finding there seats dressed in the traditional garb of belt buckles and rebel flags consuming overpriced cotton candy. As the lights dimmed at Kemper Arena we all took note of those around us. Sitting above us was a crew of cowboys with their lady friends hanging off of their beer breath and lewd comments, to our left a group of about 4 couples and a few singles who appeared to be quite chill and rather satisfied to just be there. We'll talk more about the interesting dynamics in this group later. Meanwhile, the people in front of us were a mystery. There was a man who appeared to be mid-thirties, a woman he was obviously with and a few children between 12 and 14 to the right of the happy couple.
As the music started we all rose to our feet to sing not the national anthem, but another song that I am proud to say I was the only one in our party who knew every word. This is where our study begins.
Proud to be an American rang clearly through the stadium, the cowboys behind us sang out in joyous song reminiscent of some drunkards in an Irish Pub ready to dance a jig on the table tops. The best part was they re-wrote it to suit their own view of the country in which we live. "From the lakes of Minnesota, to the hills of Tennessee..." "F--- TENNESSEE!!!!" Classy. I liked it. We need honesty in one such study. Tell me more...
Through out the event all kinds of interesting things were observed...the earlier mentioned intriguing dynamics of the group to our left took centerstage at intermission when most of the group left save two people. The two were a man and a woman sitting apart from eachother and seemingly there with their designated significant others...both of the said others stepped out of the stadium for whatever it is that we do at intermission...during this break the guy who's lady friend was now absent slipped into the seat recently vacated by the left over woman's male homie...he settled in, put his arm around her and started ferociously making out...as I'm sure you can imgine my shock was through the roof...how far we were from IHOP...I forgot about the world...I didn't remember...I'm more sheltered now than when I was homeschooled...someone help me...Jesse noticing my gasping and choking tried to get out of me what could be causing me such distress...I simply patted his arm and just said "Thank you for loving Jesus."
The woman in front of us with her boyfriend? Husband? Significant other...and children was an avid Grave Digger fan and screamed obscenities at any other vehicle vehemently waving both middle fingers in the air...upon one of the aforementioned children getting her attention by saying "Mom, could I have some money for soda?" our group, most-likely in shock...began to uproariously laugh, gasp, weep between the porch and altar and pray in tongues simultaneously, blowing our cover and violating the prime directive therefore invalidating any research we may have previously gathered...oh well, that's why we all work at the bookstore. Here is to redneck events everywhere, may they live on in our hearts as fond studies of the human condition.
As the time drew near for the event to start people were milling about, finding there seats dressed in the traditional garb of belt buckles and rebel flags consuming overpriced cotton candy. As the lights dimmed at Kemper Arena we all took note of those around us. Sitting above us was a crew of cowboys with their lady friends hanging off of their beer breath and lewd comments, to our left a group of about 4 couples and a few singles who appeared to be quite chill and rather satisfied to just be there. We'll talk more about the interesting dynamics in this group later. Meanwhile, the people in front of us were a mystery. There was a man who appeared to be mid-thirties, a woman he was obviously with and a few children between 12 and 14 to the right of the happy couple.
As the music started we all rose to our feet to sing not the national anthem, but another song that I am proud to say I was the only one in our party who knew every word. This is where our study begins.
Proud to be an American rang clearly through the stadium, the cowboys behind us sang out in joyous song reminiscent of some drunkards in an Irish Pub ready to dance a jig on the table tops. The best part was they re-wrote it to suit their own view of the country in which we live. "From the lakes of Minnesota, to the hills of Tennessee..." "F--- TENNESSEE!!!!" Classy. I liked it. We need honesty in one such study. Tell me more...
Through out the event all kinds of interesting things were observed...the earlier mentioned intriguing dynamics of the group to our left took centerstage at intermission when most of the group left save two people. The two were a man and a woman sitting apart from eachother and seemingly there with their designated significant others...both of the said others stepped out of the stadium for whatever it is that we do at intermission...during this break the guy who's lady friend was now absent slipped into the seat recently vacated by the left over woman's male homie...he settled in, put his arm around her and started ferociously making out...as I'm sure you can imgine my shock was through the roof...how far we were from IHOP...I forgot about the world...I didn't remember...I'm more sheltered now than when I was homeschooled...someone help me...Jesse noticing my gasping and choking tried to get out of me what could be causing me such distress...I simply patted his arm and just said "Thank you for loving Jesus."
The woman in front of us with her boyfriend? Husband? Significant other...and children was an avid Grave Digger fan and screamed obscenities at any other vehicle vehemently waving both middle fingers in the air...upon one of the aforementioned children getting her attention by saying "Mom, could I have some money for soda?" our group, most-likely in shock...began to uproariously laugh, gasp, weep between the porch and altar and pray in tongues simultaneously, blowing our cover and violating the prime directive therefore invalidating any research we may have previously gathered...oh well, that's why we all work at the bookstore. Here is to redneck events everywhere, may they live on in our hearts as fond studies of the human condition.
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