DOWN IN FRONT

I don’t get out much — in fact, this is my first time at a concert-in-the-park event. I like the idea of having a concert in the zoo. If the music gets too boring you can always walk around and look at the animals. But here’s the thing: before the concert starts, the Chair Nazi comes around to measure everyone’s chair, and if your chair is taller than 2 feet tall, you’ll be asked to fold it down.

Of course, by the end of the night, the crowd in the front had grown to 10-deep, and if your chair is shorter than 2 feet tall, it means you have someone’s butt waving around in front of your face. Better hope no one ate beans that night.

So, here’s my revenge: photos of people dancing badly. OK, maybe it’s a little petty of me, and truly, I’m glad everyone had a great time, but why must your great time involve ass-waving in front of my face?