HANSON - atlanta, 10/06
remind us to never go to atlanta for a hanson show again.
the turf war between 1.0 & 2.0 is worse than the jets & the sharks.
i'm pretty sure stephanie & i did a few circle snaps around the buses, just to futher the point.
the day started out fierce as all hell, after we purchased sephora. literally, the store of.
atlanta. scene of aforementioned turf war.
remember that time the walk started at the rialto & ended a mile away from it?
BEEN THERE BEFORE.
the walk begins like all others.
taylor runs off like a loon on loon pills.
stephanie is the only hanson fan chasing isaac & not z or t
i plan in my head a way to say something to taylor that is meaningful and relative and most importantly doesnt closely resemble "nerggghhhaaareurte".
nerggghhhaaareurte.
seconds after isaac interviews stephanie & i stutter at taylor and run away without a closing to our conversation.
OH WELL, BRING ON THE ELATION.
i should probably mention those.
sorry2u, zashary, but where the f were you? your life is like where's waldo.
a litte pitstop in downtown hell on earth, aka the worst mexican joint ever with the sassiest (re: disastrous) service, el myr.
i meet up with mary & angela from hanson past & the wait begins!
"it's such a good opportunity for those girls."
& with that scintillating contribution from the famed natterz, it's to the balcony we go.
everybody else gets my cosmic horn going thanks to carrick's crazy legs.
dear lord please let me wake up tomorrow and find i've become a veronica
scamming on the set list from our place in the balcony!
between hanson & the veronicas, we take a little pit stop to girls i want to be a lesbian for, capital of omfg i love you so much, USA.
how much do i love these girls? haters to the left! - these hot bitches totally made my night, especially when they made me promise to have a veronicas portrait to match my hanson tattoo the next time we see each other. TEMPT NOT A DESPERATE MAN, YOU SIREN SONG SINGING VERONICAS.
back to the balcony - the goods are on display.
and by goods, i mean hanson.
$20 bucks to who knows exactly what part in the show this was
and natterz, that means you.
sitting in the balcony was different. not better, not worse - just different. it felt weird to be so detached, but then again it was kind of nice to be able to sit back and really enjoy the music, instead of having to worry so much about what's going on around you. i didnt hate it as much as i thought i would, but there's only one place i always ever want to be.
oh yeah, btw
remember that time i showed my mom this picture & she admitted to checking out what was below the belt de hanson?
YEAH THAT HAPPENED.
the "if i took a picture with a hanson right now, this is what i'd look like" photograph.
hours & hours spent waiting by the buses for naught later, it's on to bham.
"bham.....?"
"you know, birmingham!"