Fuck me dead
[The opinions expressed herein are entirely biased. Very few people are expected to be excited. See things from my perspective and smile for me, as it's 9am, I've not had a coffee yet but I'm still grinning]
In Kerrang yesterday there was a small announcement about three bands doing small Kerrang sponsered shows in London around about the 21st, 22nd and 23rd of August. This wasn't much use for two reasons 1) I live in Scotland 2) I go to Newcastle on the 24th, then Leeds on the 25th.
So normally I would let a situation slide, unfortunately for various bank accounts this wasn't a normal situation.
Me: [in Starbucks on phone] Now I know it's a long shot...
Mum: [warily] uh huh...
Me: On the 22nd of August, unfortunately in London, a certain band are playing a slightly small gig...
Mum: Yes...
Me: Tickets go on sale tomorrow morning at 9am...
Mum: Yes...
Me: And like I know we're going to Leeds on the 25th and we'll be seeing this band then anyways ...but ...it's My Chemical Romance...
Mum: Omg really?!
After about twenty minutes the discussion ended with a "We'll discuss it later" and me grinning and saying "Okay, Mummy" ...and Heather rolling her eyes in the corner.
Last night we looked at hotels, train fares and times then, distressingly, Mum left to go to bed without a word about buying tickets. Predictably I stopped her from leaving ...and thus the credit card was left.
It was a long shot, I got up at half eight and stared at the clock. At 9.01am I refreshed gigsandtours.com and there were the tickets. At 9.04am I fucking got the tickets. By 9.10am the website had sold out.
Fuck me dead. This is the plan-
22nd August- get train to London at about 6am, shop, eat sushi, go to the gig, get arrested for inappropriately touching band members
23rd August- wake up probably not beside Gerard Way, continue to grin anyway, drink coffee, shop, get train home late afternoon
24th August- leave for Newcastle about 10am, get there, shop, drink cocktails, not sleep with excitement
25th August- leave hotel about 8am for Leeds, get to Carling Festival, drink beer, squeal, fall around in the crowd all day, be hyper for about 4 hours afterwards.
26th August- leave Leeds, possibly shop again, go home.
27th August- go to work and bore everyone senseless talking about it all before collapsing over the cashdesk and falling asleep.
Possibly going to be the best week ever
In Kerrang yesterday there was a small announcement about three bands doing small Kerrang sponsered shows in London around about the 21st, 22nd and 23rd of August. This wasn't much use for two reasons 1) I live in Scotland 2) I go to Newcastle on the 24th, then Leeds on the 25th.
So normally I would let a situation slide, unfortunately for various bank accounts this wasn't a normal situation.
Me: [in Starbucks on phone] Now I know it's a long shot...
Mum: [warily] uh huh...
Me: On the 22nd of August, unfortunately in London, a certain band are playing a slightly small gig...
Mum: Yes...
Me: Tickets go on sale tomorrow morning at 9am...
Mum: Yes...
Me: And like I know we're going to Leeds on the 25th and we'll be seeing this band then anyways ...but ...it's My Chemical Romance...
Mum: Omg really?!
After about twenty minutes the discussion ended with a "We'll discuss it later" and me grinning and saying "Okay, Mummy" ...and Heather rolling her eyes in the corner.
Last night we looked at hotels, train fares and times then, distressingly, Mum left to go to bed without a word about buying tickets. Predictably I stopped her from leaving ...and thus the credit card was left.
It was a long shot, I got up at half eight and stared at the clock. At 9.01am I refreshed gigsandtours.com and there were the tickets. At 9.04am I fucking got the tickets. By 9.10am the website had sold out.
Fuck me dead. This is the plan-
22nd August- get train to London at about 6am, shop, eat sushi, go to the gig, get arrested for inappropriately touching band members
23rd August- wake up probably not beside Gerard Way, continue to grin anyway, drink coffee, shop, get train home late afternoon
24th August- leave for Newcastle about 10am, get there, shop, drink cocktails, not sleep with excitement
25th August- leave hotel about 8am for Leeds, get to Carling Festival, drink beer, squeal, fall around in the crowd all day, be hyper for about 4 hours afterwards.
26th August- leave Leeds, possibly shop again, go home.
27th August- go to work and bore everyone senseless talking about it all before collapsing over the cashdesk and falling asleep.
Possibly going to be the best week ever