Buster Benson I need more goals.
It’s difficult to NOT have a great time at the Crocodile. It’s one of my favorite places in Seattle simply because it’s friendly, something weird always happens, small, and of course only 2 blocks from my house for the easy rolling home. The Arctic Monkeys played well, if briefly, and Josh and I made quick friends with several people in the crowd (not including the people that wanted to fight Josh… that’s another story). I liked the part where the crowd started yelling synonyms of the band like “Chilled Gorillas!” “Frozen Apes!” and “Icy Chimps!” Good times. I got a little carried away and tried to hug Mr. Monkey when he came out (actually, it was a double hug… I recruited another guy (who was visiting from the UK) to hug him from the other side. Mr. Monkey didn’t even respond to our zealous affection… instead just continued texting someone on his phone. Well, I suppose that’s an okay response… considering they’re hotter than Jesus these days. Trying to sneak in some underage kids to see the band was another highlight… the door person was amused but confused by our reasoning… “If you let them in then I’ll go behind the bar and grab a bottle of whiskey for us.” Go Monkeys!
