Ricoh Colesium in for a surprise

Amr Diab is in town, it should be a nice end to an anticlimactic week.
It dawned on me that I’ve been in Canada too long when the reason I’m excited is because I’m looking forward to the chaos rather than the concert per say. Parking should be a good time… loads of honking and people being obnoxious and loud while blasting the kind of music that they think will attract the opposite sex…

If only the delusion was true:
Listen to the right kind of music and you’re bound to get laid!

Each and every crowd member thinking he/she is gods gift to the universe. I can see it now… teenagers with their gel drenched hair and a bit of their brand spanking newly acquired hairy chests exposed just enough to showcase their big silver chains that hang maps of different arab
nations. Middle aged women in their best of the best… pretending like it’s a sahra back home. A lot of these women will not dress to feel good but simply to impress… they know people will be watching and appearances need to be upheld. The grandmas and grandpas dragged along just because they’re too senile to be left alone only to be seated behind some rambunctious twenty somethings who can’t keep their bums glued to their seats from the excitement. The Gido’s and nana’s will be shaking their heads and telling them to sit down cuz they can’t see. And off course a hand full of people will arrive at the venue with flags and will be waiving
them in the air… Clash of the Titans… The dabka intermingled with the khaleegy and of
course the balady.