2 new names and a missed opportunity to make out with a slut
I don't know if I'm only going to update this thing when I go to concerts but it's looking that way now. Anyway, yesterday I saw Mindless Self Indulgence. It was something. I don't think I need to tell you what that something was.
I got to the concert 2 hours early and got a good place in line. When I first got there I noticed all the girls were ugly. As time went by prettier girls started to show up and a Black security guard told them all to go to the front of the line.
During this time there were lady bugs flying all around and the girl standing next to me was terrorfied of them. I picked several of them off her shirt as I'm nice but as I'm weird I also picked up several more and even put one down my pants. People around me started calling me Lady Bug Man.
When we got inside the first thing I did was put my key chain on my head.
I didn't like either of the opening bands but during the second one I realized there was something on my arm. I didn't notice when it first started but a rather attractive goth girl had locked arms with me. I thought maybe she thought I was someone else or maybe she just has a thing for dudes with key chains on their heads. Either way I was overthinking and didn't think just ask her. A rhythmic movement by the crowd broke us up.
I also think I felt some dudes boner in my ass cheek around the same time.
When Mindless Self Indulgence finally came on I got to fulfill my dream of chanting a band's whole name when everyone else was chanting their acronym. Although in the past I had always imagined the band being Blue Öyster Cult.
After getting my ticket signed by Little Jimmy Urine (I read it up side down at first and was like "What the hell is 'Anian'?") I went outside to beg people to let me use their cell phones but no one even looked at me. Then I said "I'll let you hold my keys if you let me use your cell phone that way I can't steal it!" "Oh my God, you're key chain guy!" someone replyed, "I'll let you use my phone."
So that was my second concert experience. It was much like all of my teenage years being crammed into a few hours. People didn't call me by my real name, I listened to an obscure band, and I missed a chance to make out. Good times.
I got to the concert 2 hours early and got a good place in line. When I first got there I noticed all the girls were ugly. As time went by prettier girls started to show up and a Black security guard told them all to go to the front of the line.
During this time there were lady bugs flying all around and the girl standing next to me was terrorfied of them. I picked several of them off her shirt as I'm nice but as I'm weird I also picked up several more and even put one down my pants. People around me started calling me Lady Bug Man.
When we got inside the first thing I did was put my key chain on my head.
I didn't like either of the opening bands but during the second one I realized there was something on my arm. I didn't notice when it first started but a rather attractive goth girl had locked arms with me. I thought maybe she thought I was someone else or maybe she just has a thing for dudes with key chains on their heads. Either way I was overthinking and didn't think just ask her. A rhythmic movement by the crowd broke us up.
I also think I felt some dudes boner in my ass cheek around the same time.
When Mindless Self Indulgence finally came on I got to fulfill my dream of chanting a band's whole name when everyone else was chanting their acronym. Although in the past I had always imagined the band being Blue Öyster Cult.
After getting my ticket signed by Little Jimmy Urine (I read it up side down at first and was like "What the hell is 'Anian'?") I went outside to beg people to let me use their cell phones but no one even looked at me. Then I said "I'll let you hold my keys if you let me use your cell phone that way I can't steal it!" "Oh my God, you're key chain guy!" someone replyed, "I'll let you use my phone."
So that was my second concert experience. It was much like all of my teenage years being crammed into a few hours. People didn't call me by my real name, I listened to an obscure band, and I missed a chance to make out. Good times.