WHY CAN'T NORMAL SHIT HAPPEN TO ME. Part one!!!!
Goddammit.
So I'm going to do this shit in chronological order.
Ok. So. First. Gravy Train. It ruled on so many levels and I'm 100% glad that I went. The show was at The Echo, like it was last February, and some weird quasi-wedding celebration was going on outside in the back. All these fucking benches and wine bottles and people who wouldn't see Gravy Train if they got paid to. Whatever. The first band was a Darkness rip-off, only with no amazing solos. We (Geo, Bianca, Clarissa, and I) went out back because being inside was annoying.
Outside, I saw my friend Katie from the dorms. It was exciting and I swear, all her acne is gone and FUCK she got all pretty-fied. That was most of the excitement. Then these annoying drunk were spilling beer on each other on purpose and they spilled some on Bianca and she got pissed. It was hilarious. Then the boy got the neck of the Budweiser shoved in his ass. It was gross.
The Glamour Pussies were next and they could have quite possibly been the best band ever. Imagine: four women dresses as Miss Piggy from the Muppets, singing over sexed lyrics over a background of Black Flag-esque 80's hardcore, COMPLETE WITH ATLEAST TWO BREAKDOWNS. I almost died with joy.
I think I saw Leo from MySpace there. He's super tall and not as cute in person.
We moved up to the front for Gravy Train. Unfortunately, someone had barfed on the floor, so it was slick as.....a lubricated.....object? I can't think of good analogies right now. So Bianca is clutching one of my arms and Clarissa is holding the other, in preparation for the fury to come.
Gravy Train blew my mind. It was nice to know nearly every word. I danced my ass of and we slid across the floor and I saw the black guy's really tiny and gross penis. Ew.
Gravy Train gets off stage, but everyone knows they'll be coming back for an encore. So while we're waiting, I hear someone yell, "Hey, you used to work at Cerritos!"
I turn and the guy of my every fucking dream is standing right behind me.
I should provide a background to this. When I worked at the Cerritos Hot Topic, about once to twice a month, this super amazingly hot guy would come in and we'd talk for atleast an half hour about music. We bonded about how much we hate The Germs and how they're an embarrassment to the LA hardcore scene. We bonded over how we initially hate Thursday, yet now we want Thursday tattoos. We bonded over practically everything I hold dear to music. And he's hot. However, I had every reason to believe that he was straight. He would come in with this girl nearly time and he'd mention girlfriends and shit. Whatever. He was still rad.
So here he is, standing behind me, looking all hot. And right at that moment, Clarissa and Bianca laugh and yell back, "HAHAHAHA, he doesn't work there anymore!"
So I smile at him, and he says, "You remember me right?" I nodded and he smiled back. So, Gravy Train is arriving back on stage when all of a sudden, I feel someone's hand on my ass.
Holy.
Shit.
Yep. It was hot boy's hand, and I turn around and he winks at me and I'm all WTF WTF WTF OMG OMG OMG. I reach back around and HE FUCKING GRABS MY HAND. I'm ready to die, because this could be the single greatest moment of my life.
Then the Gravy Train party starts and we get separated and I never see him again. I don't get his number. Nothing. We don't find him after the show and I'm still upset.
I want to find him.
I will update what horrific thing happened today later. Geo is home and we're having House Update. I can't miss this.
Grrrrrr.
So I'm going to do this shit in chronological order.
Ok. So. First. Gravy Train. It ruled on so many levels and I'm 100% glad that I went. The show was at The Echo, like it was last February, and some weird quasi-wedding celebration was going on outside in the back. All these fucking benches and wine bottles and people who wouldn't see Gravy Train if they got paid to. Whatever. The first band was a Darkness rip-off, only with no amazing solos. We (Geo, Bianca, Clarissa, and I) went out back because being inside was annoying.
Outside, I saw my friend Katie from the dorms. It was exciting and I swear, all her acne is gone and FUCK she got all pretty-fied. That was most of the excitement. Then these annoying drunk were spilling beer on each other on purpose and they spilled some on Bianca and she got pissed. It was hilarious. Then the boy got the neck of the Budweiser shoved in his ass. It was gross.
The Glamour Pussies were next and they could have quite possibly been the best band ever. Imagine: four women dresses as Miss Piggy from the Muppets, singing over sexed lyrics over a background of Black Flag-esque 80's hardcore, COMPLETE WITH ATLEAST TWO BREAKDOWNS. I almost died with joy.
I think I saw Leo from MySpace there. He's super tall and not as cute in person.
We moved up to the front for Gravy Train. Unfortunately, someone had barfed on the floor, so it was slick as.....a lubricated.....object? I can't think of good analogies right now. So Bianca is clutching one of my arms and Clarissa is holding the other, in preparation for the fury to come.
Gravy Train blew my mind. It was nice to know nearly every word. I danced my ass of and we slid across the floor and I saw the black guy's really tiny and gross penis. Ew.
Gravy Train gets off stage, but everyone knows they'll be coming back for an encore. So while we're waiting, I hear someone yell, "Hey, you used to work at Cerritos!"
I turn and the guy of my every fucking dream is standing right behind me.
I should provide a background to this. When I worked at the Cerritos Hot Topic, about once to twice a month, this super amazingly hot guy would come in and we'd talk for atleast an half hour about music. We bonded about how much we hate The Germs and how they're an embarrassment to the LA hardcore scene. We bonded over how we initially hate Thursday, yet now we want Thursday tattoos. We bonded over practically everything I hold dear to music. And he's hot. However, I had every reason to believe that he was straight. He would come in with this girl nearly time and he'd mention girlfriends and shit. Whatever. He was still rad.
So here he is, standing behind me, looking all hot. And right at that moment, Clarissa and Bianca laugh and yell back, "HAHAHAHA, he doesn't work there anymore!"
So I smile at him, and he says, "You remember me right?" I nodded and he smiled back. So, Gravy Train is arriving back on stage when all of a sudden, I feel someone's hand on my ass.
Holy.
Shit.
Yep. It was hot boy's hand, and I turn around and he winks at me and I'm all WTF WTF WTF OMG OMG OMG. I reach back around and HE FUCKING GRABS MY HAND. I'm ready to die, because this could be the single greatest moment of my life.
Then the Gravy Train party starts and we get separated and I never see him again. I don't get his number. Nothing. We don't find him after the show and I'm still upset.
I want to find him.
I will update what horrific thing happened today later. Geo is home and we're having House Update. I can't miss this.
Grrrrrr.