I went to the Fleetwood Mac concert at the Tommy Hilfiger at Jones Beach Theater, which brings to mind - where are all these "at" things coming from these days?  The Mall At Short Hills, for example, is simply a more annoying way of saying "The Short Hills Mall."  Who are you fooling, kids?  You might have a Gucci store, but it's still just a freakin' mall.  Don't get all uppity on me, fancypants!

Anyway, as I was saying, I went to see the Mac with famous New York DJ Kevin Graves [I've stolen his Realplayer stream to accompany this post - it's super!], and we were waiting on the train platform to get back into Manhattan, a woman came up to us with an odd question. 

First, I need to fill you in on how to get to the Tommy Hilfiger At Jones Beach Theater:  you take the LIRR train to Freeport, then you take a bus to the Tommy Hilfiger At Jones Beach Theater.  To return, you again get on the bus, and then bus takes you to the train station.  [This is all assuming your limousine has broken down, of course, necessitating a ride on public transport.]  This relies on a multitude of tickets, but you can buy them as one whole round trip dealie from the ticket machine, which I like because you can get it all done at once without ever having to speak to a human. 

So, having taken the return bus ride to the train, we're waiting on the train platform and a woman wearing one of those dorky Norwegian Spin Doctors-type hats comes up to us, and the following confusing conversation occurred:

Crazy: I took the bus to the [Tommy Hilfiger At Jones Beach] theater, but did I get ripped off buying a round trip bus ticket?  I mean, the [Tommy Hilfiger At Jones Beach] theater is just right here at the end of the train platform.

Me: Well, no, you didn't get ripped off, because the theater isn't right here - it's about a 10 minute bus ride away.

Crazy:  We took a bus to get here?

Me:  Well, ummm, I took a bus to get here.

Her: We took a bus to get here?

Me: I took a bus to get here.

Crazy:  Hmmm...

I got the feeling I was talking to Liz Taylor- "Where did you leave your shoes, Liz?  Did you leave them in the hotel room?"  "Whaaat?"

She toddled off after that - I think she picked up on what I was thinking, which was, "If you were on a bus within the last 10 minutes, wouldn't you remember it?"  And I should mention, the speed at which this little hobbitess moved, she sho' nuff didn't skip the bus and walk to the train.  It's not like she seemed drunk or anything, so I don't know where her missing bus ride went. 

Also waiting with us on the platform was Woman Whose Shorts Are Riding Up In The Crotch, which is yet another reason never to travel alone.  I had half a mind to go over and pull them out myself, but she didn't look like the type who would take kindly to that, and as she was, in fact, travelling alone she never got wind of her Indian underpants, which were creeping up her trail. 

The concert itself was extraordinary: Stevie had an entire shawl-based wardrobe, and Linsday Buckingham had all the straight guys in the audience pumping their fists in the air during his guitar solos. Really, I've never seen such enthusiasm before.  Also, some fan briefly held up my favorite sign of the night, which was "Let John Sing!".  (They didn't.)

UPDATE:  I found a picture of the dorky Spin Doctor's-type hat that the woman was wearing, and conveniently it's being modeled by a man who could really make my bacon strip sizzle:

"Where did I put my shirt?  Why am I wearing this hat? 
Did I just take a ride on a bus?"

Mmpf! He sure is a yum-yum!