Not Thrilled

It saddens me to report that last night's show was lackluster at best, due in large part to a rather unfortunate haircut sported by our favorite lead singer. Not hot. And, I have to say, I'm not the biggest fan of the solo albums, which was the majority of the show. And he sounded tired. And he disappeared backstage with two skank-hos after the show was over. Not hot at all.

So, for most of the night, Concert Josh and Melmar and I hung out at a table in the back, amusing ourselves by doing interpretive signing to all of the songs. This is something my sisters started and judging by the stares of everyone around us last night, it is destined to become wildly popular. We, at least, were entertained.

After discussing the Thriller wedding video on YouTube, Melmar was inspired to bust out a few key Thriller moves. We also mobilized the Front Row Party Posse to hop up on stage post-show and strike a Thriller pose.



If you haven't seen it yet, stop whatever you're doing and watch this video. It is currently my favorite thing ever, and approximately 23 times more exciting than last night's concert:



Rhett concert vids, more pics, and an indepth summary of his meh performance over at Melmar's blog.