Last Thursday night, the mister and myself went to the Hollywood Bowl to see the brilliant Ed Sheeran. You have to, after all, support all British people/bands/acts/teams/companies that pass through Hollywood, don't you? [Okay, that's probably going a bit far]. Nevertheless, we crawled out to Los Angeles in rush hour traffic (2.5 hours, thank you very much) and it was really worth it. See....
The Hollywood Bowl is an outdoor venue with tiered seating. A little bit like a football stadium, if you will. Which is where it got a bit tricky.
If you've read a lot of this blog, you will know I spent much of my (mis-spent) youth at football games. You pay a lot of money to get into those games and when you can't see the pitch because someone's standing up in front, a collective shout of "Sit Down" goes up. Only it's not a polite Sit Down, it's more of a "SIIIIDDDDDDDAAARRRNN" sometimes followed by "You make a better door than a window mate." Oh those days..
There I was, having stood in line for about 35 minutes for popcorn, of all things, when Mr. Sheeran came onto the stage. Up went the cheers as I raced back to my seat. Everyone around was sitting waiting for the first song - except for two bloody girls about three seats in front of us. Well, of course I automatically shouted "SIIIIDDDDDDDAAARRRNN" and when they didn't, I shouted it again. The Mister looked at me and mouthed "sit down?" with an incredulous look on his face and the lady next to me tried to hide under her seat and get as far away from me as possible (sorry stranger lady, if you're reading this).
It was so automatic I didn't realize what I'd done for a moment and then it dawned on me. Oopsie, one is not at a football game, one better sit down and shut up. [*sheepish grin*] I didn't think those girls had heard me, but you know what, they didn't stand up again for the rest of the evening. (Score!)