EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE OH MY GOD YOU GUYS HE'S PLAYING IT EEEEEEEEE YOUR BODEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IS A WONDERLAND EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
More day-after thoughts of what was a pretty f*cking awesome show at the Garden (Alicia Keys for the encore? Hot) last night. Check out the comments section. OMS is revolutionizing the comments section by continuously commenting on his own crap.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEalright. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEnough with the screaming and the fainting and the OhMyGoding.
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Right, then.
So in no particular order, random thoughts from the Mayer show last night at the MSG:
1. If one can make the 7:41 train that's running five minutes late, one should hurry up and park and take it. Not so much with the waiting for the 8:05 that doesn't go to the Penn Station and missing quality beer time while one realizes, too late, that the next train is at 8:31.
2. MSG is nice. What's up with the Rangers and Knicks banners, though? Ew.
3. Mayer is, at 28, a rock f*cking God.
4. The screaming has toned down a bit from the last time the OMS saw him. The last time OMS saw him, OMS, seething that the Counting Crows *opened* for Mayer, maybe stormed out of the show, drunk and blaming the high-pitched squeals.
5. What was that smell?
6. The girls behind us are 16. What is that smell?
7. What are they pass-- oh. Huh.
8. The only "OH MY GOD I'LL NEVER LET YOUR HEAD HIT THE BED WITHOUT MY HAND BEHIND IT" line OMS belted out got a laugh from the chicks in front of us. The chicks, all 13, with their technology and their *mom* sitting with them.
9. How did he get into the middle of the arena without being kidnapped by the Blues Clues Brigade?
10. Did he just quote old school Police mid-song? John Mayer. Rock *God*.
11. Encore? Alicia motherf*cking Keys, y'all. You go on girl.
12. What's with the escalators and the turning them off and the walking down them and the losing the button on the jacket and the not picking it up because no need to be trampled?
13. Sweet. 32-ounce Bud Lights for two bucks.
14. Sh*t. Driving. No need to drink OMS's age in ounces and get a DWI.
15. Oh with the WE LOVE JOHN MAYER shirts at the station.
16. Good. Car's still there.
17. Ah. Bed.
18. Not so much with the mid-week shows anymore. OMS is the tiredest John Mayer groupie ever.
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