We're going streaking!!!

Last night as I drove home from convincing students that actually reading the books they're being tested on can generally increase their possibility of passing and while I was thinking how much I wanted to crawl straight into bed as soon as I got home, I got a text saying, "extra ticket to Snoop Dog. Want to go?"

Did I want to Snoop Dog? This text seemed like the very thing that great stories are made of and I'm generally not one to pass up on a good story or concert opportunity...so I called my brother because he is always my voice of reason. "He was in Old School and he had a tv show called Doggy Fizzle Televizzle. I don't see any other reason why you wouldn't go." 

He was right, of course. So I went to Snoop Dog. 

While I am pretty outspoken about not entirely digging rap, I do have ears and listen to the radio on occasion and know a surprising number his songs. When I could see through the haze of weed, this show was probably the best people watching in quite some time. It was definitely the largest gathering of white girls very enthusiastically singing out being gang banged that I've ever witnessed. 

It also reminded me a lot of the pre-school class that I often sub for, only a perverted f-bomb dropping version. We were all a bunch of Mother Fuckers and Snoop did not let us forget that. "I say Fuck You say Fuck!"Arms waved through the smoke and STD filled air and we shouted every profanity and dirty word for lady parts that Snoop could conjure up for us to shout. 

Best of all was realizing that Snoop is probably the only rapper I know of that can pull of pig tail braids. For Rizzle!