great balls of fire

Venue: MUSON Center
Date: circa December 2001
Event: Femi Kuti Concert

So, we're standing by the staircase to the left of the entrance: us being myself, the Honz and a fine honey I cannot remember right now. Yozi (a seemingly permanent feature in these cock ups - maybe I re-evaluate our friendship, eh) is sat on staircase in question looking dazed, confused and bored out of his mind. I am too and just want to be near the fine babe.

Honz says, not once but twice that he can smell something burning. I go, feeling like the know it all, "It's a Femi Kuti concert. You know dudes will be smoking that indo!" Honz doesn't buy it. WHile it might make sense, not at MUSON @ N2500 a ticket. Point. But I maintain my stance.

However, the stench gets stronger and I am convinced it is Mary Jane, so I start to look around for her. She must be close by. Honz is screw facing at this point because the stench is so strong at this point but there's no blunt in sight. Busied by my ever roaming eyes, I finally turn to notice smoke rising before my eyes. Beyond the smoke, I see life coming to Yozi's eyes and he's laughing his ass off! I decide to follow the trail of smoke and it leads straight to my crotch!

I see my tough (yeah right) denim burning in a ring of fire and I naturally panic and start jumping up and down like a buffoon, attracting all sorts of unwanted attention.

It was funny as hell and Yozi uttered the now immortal words: ONLY YOU!

Some Sherlock Holmes work led to the bottom of things. Pretty girl in question, when she was hugging Honz, trailed her cigarette weilding hand and torched my shit!

Moral of the story: Pretty women are too hot to handle!

Peace.