sleuthy loothy

This is long overdue but I still feel like writing it. So Brittany and I decided to go on an expedition slash secret mission to a local concert in town. So we went into town and got coffee just like just about everyone else who goes into town around here.
So then we decided to meander towards the moose lodge. We get in and see some kid with his septum pierced giving hand stamps if you did so decide to leave and for some insane reason want to come back. So we pay the kid 8 dollars and go upstairs. Only to find a large moose head outside the door and a very strange "concert". The only people that were there were the people who thought they were being cool by saying they were going to a concert that night and the weird girls who just went to drool over the band when everyone with eyes could clearly see they had no chance in hell.
But I would like to think that we just looked like people looking for a good time. But not exactly finding it. There was a small patch of wood in the middle of the room, in front of the stage, where people were supposed to stand. Two people stood there and the rest of the weird kids that we had never seen before gravitated to the walls and the back. Who goes to a concert and stands against the wall by choice? So at the risk of looking stupid we both just stood at the back of the room against a table and watched. I was trying to ignore the fact that we were standing next to the most wanna-be loser desperate for a date girls there. The one kept leaning over and talking to me about how hit the drummer was and all I could do was give her a fake laugh and smile. So in a desperate attempt of escape from the bimbos brittany and I staked out a spot on the wall, just like everyone else.
But we just sat and enjoyed the music and of course the visual entertainment. I sniped a few pictures for obvious reasons. I wanted to document the tragic evening and all of it's happenings. Just for the record ya know?
Anyway we went back to my house after the event was over and ate poptarts. We listened to music by totally not the same band that we went to see and went to bed. But then I realized that even though our intentions were totally different than those who were; we could have been looked at as creepers. Luckily we both knew the extent of out creeping was minimal if at all. But i must say we were some high quality secret agents