Draft 1:The crying girl and the Blue man group tickets

I went through my posts recently and stumbled across stories that were never posted for one reason or another, some are really angry or hurtful ones that I knew I couldn't post and others were just not sounding right. Here's one of them, I remember I just couldn't write it as funny as it actually was.

The other day I was walking downtown and remembered a story that I had completely forgot about until I saw the sign with the Blue faces staring me down. This takes place a few months back so my memory is a little hazy, insert weed joke, or shall I say "purple hazy". Here is the tale of the blue men and the blue girl.

I had just about made my rounds of picking up hangers and sorting them into a giant trash can on wheels when I got to the last floor of the building and ran into Emily, a visual designer from London, whom I was obligated to say hello to every time I saw her because I said it one time months prior. I asked how she was doing, she never asked me because my response was not the one people want to hear when they ask that because mine was never good, and this time she was not doing so well either. She explained how it was her and her husbands anniversary coming up and she had got them two tickets to see the Blue man group live. This of course sounded like a nightmare and I tried to leave but she made it too awkward for me to walk away. She explained that they loved watching Arrested development and as a surprise to her husband she picked up the Blue man group tickets and planned to get extremely high and go to the show. Unfortunately, her husband was stranded in London or something and there was the dilemma. She started crying and I had to idea how to comfort her so I didn't. With tears streaming down fer face and snot running into her mouth she offered me the tickets and I took them.
I thought the whole thing was really funny and I thought that it was great that she pictured me as the main demographic that the blue men catered to. I wasn't and neither was my girlfriend, this became really obvious as me made our way to the theatre the night of the show and stood in line with a hundred German tourists shouting about "zet blue man goop". The tickets were in the front row and we got rain coats to put on. The show commenced and I slouched down in my chair the same way I did throughout school, praying that I wouldn't get picked on stage to chuck marsh mellows down this blue mans throat. They played pvc pipe drums that sprayed paint all over the place, did mime style stand up, had weird movie clips that explained they're from another planet...the girl at my work was right, I should have gotten high. I may have not gotten high but I ate like I was.

The show ended and I exited the theater feeling weird. The tickets were a hundred dollars each and I had an ok time. The girl came up to me for days after asking me how it was in detail and she was not impressed with my review and she got angry and cried. She was kind of always crying and then she moved back home shortly after. Now that I think back It was actually pretty fun.