At the old Autostade (where Montreal Alouettes and Johnny (Ordinary Superstar) Rodgers once played), I was at a concert with Jethro Tull and other lesser known artists. There was an attempt to recreate a Woodstock-type atmosphere that bombed miserably.
I was sitting at what would have been the equivalent of behind the goalpost while the band was at the complete opposite end of the field. Imagine the crowd about 50 yards deep from the bandstand on the field, their backs towards me. I’m watching with my binoculars the scene in front of me and then look down onto the field.
The rest of the field from the 50-ish yard to where I’m sitting is pretty void of people with the only exception being a group of guys in a circle surrounding a chick being banged by some dude. He obviously finishes his act, she lies there waiting for partner number 2. Some guy leaves the circle, unzips his pants, lies on top of her. He no more than pumped two or three times when she pushes him off, looks at another dude who she prefers and points her finger at him motioning him to get on top of her.
He gestures no, she keeps wiggling her finger at him and pointing at her crotch whereupon he continues to say no. No longer wanting to a part of this, he decides to walk away.
She gets up, naked from the waist down, follows him imploring him to come back. All one saw from there was him waving her off, her right on his trail and both walking into the crowd watching the concert in front of them..
The circle of guys they left behind were literally on the ground splitting a gut laughing at what they just witnessed. Once inside the crowd, I lost sight of the reluctant dude and the insistant chick, and never knew what happened to either one of them.
