Where in the world is geeble wreath mosh.....
Last night was an insteresting night to say the least.
We played a show at the knights of columbus in West Chester with Bad Blood, Hostages, Van Damage, Fight Amputation, and Hammerhead, and 2 really really crappy bands that I couldn't even tell the difference between or distinguish any song changes. They just sounded like one huge breakdown consisting of no more than 3 powerchords. I really don't feel like typing everything that happened out but chaos began to ensue at the end of the show. Brian Ferlien grabbed the huge flagpole and started whacking people with it, equipment was being thrown, and this huge wreath was thrown off the wall and hoola-hooped by Tony Fast. None-the-less, it was a fun time and tons of our friends came out.
After our set, these 2 girls came up to me and told me that I was their hero because they've always wanted to play guitar in front of people but have been too scared to. They told me I was amazing.... AND THEN 2 boys (like 16 years old) came up to me asking me for hugs and told me I was their hero as well... what the hell was going on? Then they took a picture of me, and kept following me and oogling me all night long. I might, I would walk over to the other side of the room and they'd follow me to the other side of the room. I also caught them taking pictures of my butt with their camera phone while I was watching van damage play. Van Damage was AWESOME, by the way. But yeah, I don't know if I should've been creeped out or not. Whatever.
Afterwards I wanted to hang out with everyone, but since fights broke out everyone kind of scattered and stuff so that didn't happen. Me, Kirsty, and Tony went to wawa then went back to Kirst's house and ate food and went in the hot tub.
This morning we took Tony to the train station and then me and Kirsty went to Booth's Corner. I wanted to eat everything there.
I
NEED
A
FUCKING
CAR
EWPOFKEWPOFKPEOWFKPEWOFKWPEOFKWEPFKWEPFJWEIFUGHWOEFUWOHEFIUhyeoiufygHIEUWYEWiuyrweuytaoewri7twe8r7wer.
I NEED A CAR.
NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
We played a show at the knights of columbus in West Chester with Bad Blood, Hostages, Van Damage, Fight Amputation, and Hammerhead, and 2 really really crappy bands that I couldn't even tell the difference between or distinguish any song changes. They just sounded like one huge breakdown consisting of no more than 3 powerchords. I really don't feel like typing everything that happened out but chaos began to ensue at the end of the show. Brian Ferlien grabbed the huge flagpole and started whacking people with it, equipment was being thrown, and this huge wreath was thrown off the wall and hoola-hooped by Tony Fast. None-the-less, it was a fun time and tons of our friends came out.
After our set, these 2 girls came up to me and told me that I was their hero because they've always wanted to play guitar in front of people but have been too scared to. They told me I was amazing.... AND THEN 2 boys (like 16 years old) came up to me asking me for hugs and told me I was their hero as well... what the hell was going on? Then they took a picture of me, and kept following me and oogling me all night long. I might, I would walk over to the other side of the room and they'd follow me to the other side of the room. I also caught them taking pictures of my butt with their camera phone while I was watching van damage play. Van Damage was AWESOME, by the way. But yeah, I don't know if I should've been creeped out or not. Whatever.
Afterwards I wanted to hang out with everyone, but since fights broke out everyone kind of scattered and stuff so that didn't happen. Me, Kirsty, and Tony went to wawa then went back to Kirst's house and ate food and went in the hot tub.
This morning we took Tony to the train station and then me and Kirsty went to Booth's Corner. I wanted to eat everything there.
I
NEED
A
FUCKING
CAR
EWPOFKEWPOFKPEOWFKPEWOFKWPEOFKWEPFKWEPFJWEIFUGHWOEFUWOHEFIUhyeoiufygHIEUWYEWiuyrweuytaoewri7twe8r7wer.
I NEED A CAR.
NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.