Are You Ready to Rock?!

Last night I went to the Madera Fair. I know. Yes, Laura's going to Europe, but IIIIIIIIIIII went to the Madera Fair!! It was a dream-filled wonderland of egg rolls on a stick and microwaved pizza. Balloons and ski ball, candy apples and pony rides, over-priced glowing apparatuses that one wears around one's neck, and vendors galore. A county fair is pretty much the only place that you can find a guy selling old chewing gum shaped like farm animals for $5 a pop and finding a lot of success at it. Anyway, despite its small town quirks, the fair wasn't half bad. I got a pretty decent tri tip sandwich out of the deal, so I won't complain.
So the purpose behind travelling 25 minutes to the Madera fair (yes, I had a purpose) was to go see a band that I am slightly fond of by the name of SheDaisy. I asked myself, like so many others probably did, including the band, why oh why is SheDaisy playing at the Madera fair? Are things that bad? Nevertheless, that's what the billboard and the commercials have stated for the last few months. SheDaisy. Madera Fair. Heeeeeeoookaaay.
So little sister Jennie and I took the trip to madera, and at seven thirty sharp we were in our seats waiting for the fun to begin. The band came out and began to play, and actually, they were pretty good for a trio of backwood yokels. They were really energetic, the musicians were pretty fantastic, and the vocals were darn impressive. So, naturally, I began to move to the beat of the music and sing along--this is what EVERYBODY usually does at concerts, right?? So let me ask then--WHY WAS I THE ONLY ONE DANCING AND SINGING ALONG?!
It was the weirdest thing. I started to feel like I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone. As I looked around at the sea of people surrounding me, I saw that they were just standing there. Watching. Blank stares. No movement. No reaction. It was wierd.
I started to feel bad for the band, too. They kept saying things like, "Hey Madera!! How Ya'll doin' tonight?"
Staggered applause and the faint sound of one person whistling.
"Are you guys ready to party?!"
Similar response from the crowd.
I found that after about 20 minutes, this really was starting to irritate me. And since my new creto in life is "Don't get mad, get stabby"...no wait... that was my old creto... the new one is "Don't get mad, get really bizarre and crazy and start scaring people around you by utilizing your odd behavior." I decided to give it a shot.
I turned that corner of insanity and never looked back. I became a dancing fool. I sang
all the lyrics as off key as I possibly could, and pretty much had a ball.
Did I alarm people around me? Probably. Did I look like an idiot? Of course. But the more important question is, why didn't everyone else?! In my humble opinion, it is extremely important in this life to let loose and not take yourself so seriously. And if you can't do that in podunk Madera where the music is blaring and the corn dogs are flying and you've got a freaking unicorn painted on your face, when can you?!