I went to the Warped Tour a few weeks ago. I'm going to confuse everyone and work backwords.
As we were leaving the area, we realized we were missing a person. As I turned around to return to ma peeps, a 50 year old short pudgy woman stood in front of me and said, "You can't go in there." To which I replied, "I just want to go 10 feet over there. " The lady sternly said, "There is no re-entry."
"But I just want to go right there. Right over there. 10 feet," I replied.
"There is NO re-entry. We are trying to get everyone out of here as fast as possible."
"But I'm just waiting for one person, why can't I go 10 feet back? *stretches arms out in longing to be returned to the pack*"
"No you cannot. If you don't leave the area, I will call the police."
"But...I...just....GUYS! Guys! they won't let me back in! I have crossed the line and there's no turning back!"
A few others crossed the line with me, so I wouldn't be alone. I felt as if I was a Mexican trying to jump the border. But I didn't have any marijuana. Anyway, we mocked the lady, because we are such good people, and we meandered over to my car, to wait for that guy. He eventually showed up.
I also wanted to get my hair cut and this guy was doing it for only $15. So, I made an appointment, and when I showed up for it, the guy wasn't there. I waited around for about an hour, because my friends were watching Taking Back Sunday, and the crowd was ridiculously large so I was not about to go find them.
I eventually found them, after the concert on that stage was over.
I wanted to go see Moments in Grace, however they were switched to the Philadelphia show, which made me very pissed off. However, I did see Coheed in Cambria and they were pretty cool.
Spot the fro! Coheed in Cambria.
I also saw a Communist band from Sweden (I think that is where they were from) who preached to us telling us to vote Bush out, and in the end did a Communist salute.
Interesting.
The concert I saw was Underoath. God it was amazing. They were totally crazy. The lead singer kept crowd surfing, the keyboard player was going absolutely nuts and was flailing around, and the drummer was beating the crap out of his drums. The only calm one was the bass player (I think that's what he was playing).
The bassist. Damn he's hot.
I got to get my picture taken with the drummer and the lead singer, and I also got their signatures.
The lead singer. Quiet and almost subdued. Seems like a cool guy.
The drummer. Crazy on stage but was actually a very calm, polite guy.
When the first song started playing, and the first note the singer sang, a mosh pit broke out and I was pushed forward. One person near me smelled bad, people were sweating, I wasn't even standing, I was just leaning on the person in front of me. I was getting pretty beaten up. I was right in the front too, I could touch the fence, and I got within about 5 inches of the singer's face. I also had a guy who was crowd surfing go over me.
Yup. Spit and all.
All in all, even with the bruises I received, the show was amazing. There was so much energy, I was just in complete awe. It was probably one of the most fun things I have ever done. I would love to go see them again sometime.
Des and I started decorating the apartment (FINALLY!) and we got couch covers, some paper lanterns, a string of cube lights, a chair and side table, and some picture frames. It's really starting to come together, I absolutely love it. We bought left over fabric at Jo-Ann's Fabrics, and we bought some pillows at Good Will. We overed the pillows with the fabric and put them on our couch. I'm making some huge ass floor pillows for myself, one of them being a white furry fabric. Oh yes, it is awesome. We also used a furry black fabric as a rug, and I'm going to sew the left over white fuzzy stuff to make the rug pretty.
His name is Pepper McKnightly.(I made him!)
I'm also dead broke.
