Chronic?

I was called a Chronic Complainer last night.

Funny thing is I don't think of myself as a complainer. I just state the obvious.

I see something and mention it. I am not complaining - I am just sayin'.

For example...went to a Morrissey concert last night. A gift for HB for his BDay.

The opening act comes on. Nice enough Irish singer. He played a pretty guitar and had a nice voice. The audience around me continued to chatter. Talk, talk, talk. So as I was trying to really concentrate on this guy - the background chatter was killing the mood. He was done within a half an hour. He leaves the stage to polite applause. I mention how I wish the audience didnt talk so much. I found it to be rude. He wasn't that bad. Granted - he wasnt Morrissey - but I think it shows a huge lack of respect.

Then we wait another half hour until Morrissey comes on stage. The lights dim...They bring up the curtain. People are standing - cheering from their seats. We listened to two taped recorded songs of his and stared at a dark stage. I mentioned that I hope that that I didn't pay $60 per ticket to listen to a tape. The man next to me agrees.

Then - finally the concert starts. Good rock show. The two gents in front of us were truly excited as their asses never hit the seat once the show started. Granted, they two also spent $60 a ticket and they had every right to stand (I guess). But - Morrissey is a bit of a crooner and has some songs that you can actually sit too. No dancing required. So tired from standing I mention (not to them of course) that I wish they would sit down - so that I could. Not to mention the people behind us.

An hour and a half is a long time to stand in heels not to mention dodging the flinging arms of one said neighbor.

See no complaining, just mentioning.

Just like now - I am not complaining that someone called me a complainer.

I am just mentioning.

Geez!