Blue Man - the Girl's Night Out! WARNING - TONS of pictures!!!!

First, let me say that we ingested not one single drop of alcohol tonight! No matter what these pictures may look like... we were not intoxicated. Some of us are just naturally retarded! :) (Not saying who!)

L-R: Audrey, Cameren, Jeanine, Paige.

A few girls from work and I decided it would be, could be, should be fun to go to the Blue Man Group concert. They were scheduled to come to Gwinnett and we wanted a night on the town... away from work! I think the last time I did something like I was still on night shift and much, much younger! 10 years younger. Anyway, I digress.
Let's see... only a few girls would actually commit to going. If only they had known what they would be missing. The first picture is at dinner. We went to Mo Mo Ya's... or is that Yo Yo Ma's? Either way, we ate there. Japanese Hibachi and Sushi. Paige is the sushi expert so I sat next to her so I could glean from her wisdom! She IS my hero (just in case she reads this)!! We ingested lots of food. But we did NOT enjoy our little sad hibachi chef. I think his puppy must have died that day or something. He poured out the food, slapped his spatula a few times and lit the volcano. That was it. No interaction, no jokes, not even good meat. At least that's what Carmen and Audrey said.
Oh, on a side note. Notice the happy young couple behind me? They were on a date. After they left I told Paige how happy I was to be out of the dating scene.

It was an odd thing to watch and listen to. I can't even explain it, but they just didn't seem happy to be there together. Maybe they were related to the hibachi chef and his dog. Or maybe they just realized they had missed the BMG tickets and couldn't go to the concert with us.
Ok, this is Karen and her husband. She works with us too but ended up taking a small slew of her family instead of hanging with us. They were privileged to sit directly behind us. She only thought she wasn't going to hang with us!!


We arrived way early because dinner was so quick. You know, we even spent a long time just hanging out at the table. We thought about going for dessert but thought that might be fun to do after the show. If only we had known what the night was going to hold for us.
The 5 of us went in. I pretended to be the "DD" because they were giving away free soda (said with a thick mid-western accent). We proceeded to find our seats on the floor.

I thought we had pretty good seats, but the usherette said we had great seats and took us within mere feet of the stage. Woo Wee! We ended up on row 9. It was pretty awesome. As the seats filled the scrolling marquee began to entertain us. If you've ever experienced BMG then you know they communicate very deep thoughts via a scrolling marquee. There were two young boys behind us who read every single word out loud. We didn't have to try to watch the words fly by because they narrated the entire thing. I enjoyed hearing the excitement in their voices. Then we started playing the text messaging game with Paige's phone. We wanted that backstage pass!! :)
We didn't win.
This year the opening act was a wee bit, um... odd and boring, yet intriguing. Phil Yern or Dave Kirn or something I just can't remember. He was certainly a computer geek. He mixed and scratched music and video. Some of it was funny, but mostly we just wanted BMG to come out. He needed to do his 1 or 2 songs and sit down. 30 minutes later......... we finally heard the sweet sounds of rhythm. :)

(This is how they opened!)


Initially they play this tubulum. Until they put both pieces together and play as one... it's a simple single sound. Once they figure out how to combine the two, the whole band comes alive and joins in.











This is the drum set that was right in front of us. I didn't turn my flash on so it wouldn't light up the backs of the heads in front of me... and thus, the shutter stayed open longer. This way, if you can get past the blurriness, you can see the movement of their hands/sticks and their faces. You can also see the liquid that spews from the drums at times. I do believe it's water with colored lights under them but in the NYC show it certainly looked and acted like paint. We were not in the "poncho" section, but we were close. :)
This is my favorite drum. The HUGE bass drum that reverberates through your entire being when it's drummed.
This is one if the whips. It makes a cool sound. One of the people in Karen's family said it was the scratch dude making the sound on his machine. I'm not convinced of that.
Another part of the act was the catching of marshmallows. They switched it up a bit this year and put the "sculpture" on a baseball cap on top of an audience member's head. The paint ball art was done on a T-shirt on another audience member instead of the canvas of the old days. They were certainly lucky people to get such fine artwork! :)
They did a skit with the lead guitarist which doesn't translate into words or pictures. All I have is the end result.

These next pictures of just various ones throughout the show where they were wearing lighted suits. Again, super cool!

Here's the end with the backpacks that shot out all the paper. I think Karen and Michael enjoyed wrapping it around Jeanine. The crazy intoxicated person in front of us looked suspiciously like a mummy when it was over. Then she ran like a chicken to the bathroom when it was over. I think she didn't need anything (like paper) to slow her from the destination.
Can you tell Cameren is thrilled to be riding in my van??!?! What's so funny here is that Karen and her family are also with us. Turns out her battery on her car was dead and wouldn't even run after being jumped off. So, they crammed into the back seat and I took them back to Cleveland. We listed to hip-hop really loudly and showed off some of our newly learned Rock Concert Movements.

I'm pretty sure everyone was impressed with how talented we all are!! Some of the moves I threw down were The Basic Head Nod, The One Armed Fist Pump, The Tribute to Flippie, The Up and Down Jump, Raise the Roof, and a few others I'd be happy to demonstrate! The thing is I think Dave Eyrich and Paul Smith have influenced me more than I remember... from my teen years. Their philosophy was, These people don't know me and they'll never see me again. I can be crazy without fear of feeling foolish.

I had fun!

I hope BMG comes back next fall again. If not, I think I'm going to have to organize a trip to Vegas or NYC to see them. Don't you want to join me?! :)