Geriatrics.

Last night was the Chris Isaak concert at Red Butte Gardens.  The show was insanely entertaining.  Besides the ridiculous outfits worn by Mr. Isaak, the crowd was a show of it's own.  There's something disturbingly interesting about drunk old women.  They tip back their pink wine in their fancy Pottery Barn picnic wine glasses, and almost instantly transform from someone's mother to a lucious giggly thing.  Also, it should be understood by now that, white people...well we can't dance.  Add age and booze to that...I'm sure you can imagine.  All in all, despite the old, poorly dressed, intoxicated gyrations surrounding me, I survived the night and relatively unharmed.