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I have been meaning to post about the 3OH!3 concert on Thursday, because it was probably one of the most ridiculous things I have ever been a part of. Three words can basically be used to sum up the majority of the people(?) that were there: The Myspace Generation.
First of all, the show was at the Crowfoot in Pontiac, which is a totally sketchball area. I don't know how all the 15 year olds got their parent's permission to go. 3OH!3 was preceded by 4 shitty emo bands that all the highschoolers wanted to take their shirts off for. It made me sick to watch, and Rob and I were shunned to the back courtyard and the bar to hang out with all the PARENTZ. While in the bar, I overheard a squat red-haired, high pant wasted woman saying "I BROUGHT 5 KIDS HERE TONIGHT SO ONE OF THEMS GONNA DRIVE ME HOME WHEN I GET DRUNK!!!" Honestly this was probably the most entertaining part of the night.
It is funny that I actually saw people I knew there: people who obviously didn't outgrow the Myspace scene. Needless to say I acted like I didn't recognize them and hopefully they didn't recognize me. The last thing I need is some awkward conversation about why I'm at some crappy scenester show. The most pathetic thing I saw was a girl that I think hired a photographer to follow her around like she was some sort of celebrity. I don't think I need to say any names but she wears WAY too much makeup, her skin looks like a leather shoe, and she grew up in Chateau B.
But I think the best thing I can write about is my experience of my first night in my new apartment:
Last night Rob and I were awakened at about 3 in the morning to three drunk WHITE girls outside my complex SCREAMING at each other. The way I remember it now, it almost seemed like a dream but it was probably one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed. They were screaming and swearing at each other until one of them said "YOU WANNA FIGHT BITCH" and they started punching each other in the middle of the street. All Rob and I could do was watch and laugh amidst the screams of "YOU BITCH/CUNT" until a car rolled by and stopped to watch them, and they acted like they were all friends again and continued walking the other way. A few minutes later, you could hear them still screaming at each other in the parking lot of the complex over.
This summer is going to be interesting.
First of all, the show was at the Crowfoot in Pontiac, which is a totally sketchball area. I don't know how all the 15 year olds got their parent's permission to go. 3OH!3 was preceded by 4 shitty emo bands that all the highschoolers wanted to take their shirts off for. It made me sick to watch, and Rob and I were shunned to the back courtyard and the bar to hang out with all the PARENTZ. While in the bar, I overheard a squat red-haired, high pant wasted woman saying "I BROUGHT 5 KIDS HERE TONIGHT SO ONE OF THEMS GONNA DRIVE ME HOME WHEN I GET DRUNK!!!" Honestly this was probably the most entertaining part of the night.
It is funny that I actually saw people I knew there: people who obviously didn't outgrow the Myspace scene. Needless to say I acted like I didn't recognize them and hopefully they didn't recognize me. The last thing I need is some awkward conversation about why I'm at some crappy scenester show. The most pathetic thing I saw was a girl that I think hired a photographer to follow her around like she was some sort of celebrity. I don't think I need to say any names but she wears WAY too much makeup, her skin looks like a leather shoe, and she grew up in Chateau B.
But I think the best thing I can write about is my experience of my first night in my new apartment:
Last night Rob and I were awakened at about 3 in the morning to three drunk WHITE girls outside my complex SCREAMING at each other. The way I remember it now, it almost seemed like a dream but it was probably one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed. They were screaming and swearing at each other until one of them said "YOU WANNA FIGHT BITCH" and they started punching each other in the middle of the street. All Rob and I could do was watch and laugh amidst the screams of "YOU BITCH/CUNT" until a car rolled by and stopped to watch them, and they acted like they were all friends again and continued walking the other way. A few minutes later, you could hear them still screaming at each other in the parking lot of the complex over.
This summer is going to be interesting.