post cruxshadows pre something
The following day after Cruxshadows was a long tiring day at work that left me feeling spent, I ended up going home afterwords, ultra tired, but never quite getting any sleep, had a friend over for a while, then tried to sleep and failed. So I went into the early morning meeting I had, which was amusing because it started off with everyone in the store getting a chance to shoot the General Manager with a paint ball gun. Out of 100ish people, only 5 hit. I didn't take a shot because I was too drained.
The meeting was kind of obnoxious, because the Geek Squad and the Computer department have a shared meeting. The Computer Senior, Bill, spent the whole time rambling on and on about shit, repeating himself repeatedly and never quite finishing up, until the very end. Now, this isn't necessarily a bad thing, except Tony and I discussed prior that we had things we wanted to address and never got to. Don't get me wrong, I like Bill plenty, but I think he really enjoys the sound of his own voice, especially when he knows others are listening.
After all that I went home, laid down and remembered I had to speak with a friend, well she called so that worked out. We ended up talking a WHOLE lot longer than I'd originally planned and I was getting to be pretty tired at this point. In the end I decided to go see "Hansel & Gretel", "My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult", and "Ministry".
I wasn't originally going to go, but Trish really wanted me to go and I wanted her to feel safe. As for why, well, that's not really my story, let's just say, Trish is a beloved friend and I didn't want to blow her chance at seeing a great concert and even more so, I didn't want her going and not enjoying herself.
Now I'd originally planned on seeing Flogging Molly with some friends this evening, but that was in Columbus, and since getting my car fixed, I couldn't afford to drive up there and see it, So, I saw this instead.
Now onto the concert. Hansel & Gretel was a good time, big surprise? Well no, they've always rocked. They've changed their look some, which was interesting, but it was funny how many people telling me how hot the lead singer was. Heh, some of the best drag I've ever seen. Most people in drag are still pretty masculine, well this one was a skin 'n bones type, so you didn't have broad shoulders or big hands to leave doubt in your mind. You really just had to have an eye for it.
My Life was great, I really enjoyed this show a lot. The last several shows of theirs I've caught, they wouldn't play the popular songs, because they wanted to pimp their lesser known work, which is cool, I can't really think of a song off the top of my head of theirs I didn't really enjoy, so that was fine, but it was definitely a good time, however it only ran an hour.
Ministry... now this was of course the band who played the longest, as they headlined the show, they rocked hard like always and with them being clean, they were super energetic and even did three, count em, THREE fucking encores, it was great. You could tell they weren't even all planned for, because Bogart's will ALWAYS raise the lights at the end of the show, that's how you know it's DONE. Well, they raised the lights, the crowd went wile and low and behold, more they played!
Now for something... juicy? So since I'm looking out for assholes who might fuck with my friend Trish, I'm sticking next to her the whole show instead of going into the pit, which I'd normally just gravitate towards by default, but not this time. So I look around, protecting a friend from the crowd and what do I see? A hot girl in a fishnet shirt with no bra and her boyfriend holding her tits. I wondered if her electric tape disappeared or she lost her shirt or bra or if she didn't care. I soon found out she didn't care...
They were definitely putting on a show of their own. For I don't know how long in a tightly packed crowd, they were leaning up against me, her legs wrapped around him, with her Lycra based short skirt pulled up at the front and him grinding her. Sex? Probably, but I wasn't absolutely positively sure yet. Until with a little crowd shifting and my hands at my side, soon, my arm which was being and me being in short sleeves, noticed a distinct lack of underwear. I rolled my eyes and smirked at them a couple of times. A few later, I suddenly feel someone else's hand in mine and because of the positioning, I knew it wasn't Trish, so I guessed it was someone I knew, right? Nope! The same girl grabbed hold of my hand while her boyfriend was nailing her some more in the crowd.
You see, they'd take turns slapping each other, making out, biting each other (nipples, necks, ears, etc...), grinding, and fucking (her in front of him, or her with her legs wrapping around him). Well, I have no problem with exhibition, hey, sex in public places can be quite fun, and me being used as a prop to lean up against didn't even bother me too much, I wasn't getting any "love stains" on me. Her holding my hand during the ordeal? Eh... whatever, I can deal with that too.
Now let's not forget whose playing and how packed it is. There's something I call crowd shift, you get moved around with the pit in the middle, action, reaction, etc... you get pushed and swayed around. So, with my hand being held onto by this girl's, which I didn't really give much of a damn about at first, heh, my arm ended up getting pulled behind my back a bit, but it wasn't painfully so, I'm actually pretty flexible, believe it or not for a guy with my size and build.
I'm fine so far, I'm dealing, but I can't really do anything to move it just yet, without probably pushing and hurting someone around me, which wasn't going to be an issue until I thought my wrist my snap or something. Or maybe something else might prompt it... something like, say, my hand getting moved slightly and me noticing that she was placing it elsewhere...
OK, so let's review she's cute and all, into exhibitionism, that's all fine and dandy, I still don't know who the fuck she is, what she may or may not have, and well, deciding to start riding my fingers, on the hand I have stuck behind my back was a kind of presumptuous decision on her part, especially when, with my current orientation, I couldn't really remove my hand, if I chose, I was kind of stuck. I couldn't even really try curling my fingers up to remove them.. I was stuck with this girl fucking my hand, her boyfriend doing I have no clue what to her at this point (anal? who knows).
I was violated... ::sniff sniff:: and after the whole ordeal, they walked off and she was staggering so incredibly badly, I wondered if she was drugged, because most people will pass out from alcohol before they get a chance to get to that state... trust me. I went and washed my hands very very thoroughly. I checked for cuts on my fingers just in case, but they were fine, my cuticles were surprisingly in tact (for anyone who knows me).
So yeah, I got quite violated and am still unsure as to whether or not I really care yet. Had a blast at that show and Cruxshadows was delightful, I'd not really had any real sleep in 6ish days and I finally went home, read some email, some news, and passed out for about 9 hours, didn't really sleep too well though, so I had a bite to eat watched a little television, advised a friend who dropped by on how to get this lesbian who thinks has a crush on him into the sack, and here I am now, writing this, trying to figure out what to listen to and wondering why Christy didn't answer her cell when she knew I was calling, that whore.
The meeting was kind of obnoxious, because the Geek Squad and the Computer department have a shared meeting. The Computer Senior, Bill, spent the whole time rambling on and on about shit, repeating himself repeatedly and never quite finishing up, until the very end. Now, this isn't necessarily a bad thing, except Tony and I discussed prior that we had things we wanted to address and never got to. Don't get me wrong, I like Bill plenty, but I think he really enjoys the sound of his own voice, especially when he knows others are listening.
After all that I went home, laid down and remembered I had to speak with a friend, well she called so that worked out. We ended up talking a WHOLE lot longer than I'd originally planned and I was getting to be pretty tired at this point. In the end I decided to go see "Hansel & Gretel", "My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult", and "Ministry".
I wasn't originally going to go, but Trish really wanted me to go and I wanted her to feel safe. As for why, well, that's not really my story, let's just say, Trish is a beloved friend and I didn't want to blow her chance at seeing a great concert and even more so, I didn't want her going and not enjoying herself.
Now I'd originally planned on seeing Flogging Molly with some friends this evening, but that was in Columbus, and since getting my car fixed, I couldn't afford to drive up there and see it, So, I saw this instead.
Now onto the concert. Hansel & Gretel was a good time, big surprise? Well no, they've always rocked. They've changed their look some, which was interesting, but it was funny how many people telling me how hot the lead singer was. Heh, some of the best drag I've ever seen. Most people in drag are still pretty masculine, well this one was a skin 'n bones type, so you didn't have broad shoulders or big hands to leave doubt in your mind. You really just had to have an eye for it.
My Life was great, I really enjoyed this show a lot. The last several shows of theirs I've caught, they wouldn't play the popular songs, because they wanted to pimp their lesser known work, which is cool, I can't really think of a song off the top of my head of theirs I didn't really enjoy, so that was fine, but it was definitely a good time, however it only ran an hour.
Ministry... now this was of course the band who played the longest, as they headlined the show, they rocked hard like always and with them being clean, they were super energetic and even did three, count em, THREE fucking encores, it was great. You could tell they weren't even all planned for, because Bogart's will ALWAYS raise the lights at the end of the show, that's how you know it's DONE. Well, they raised the lights, the crowd went wile and low and behold, more they played!
Now for something... juicy? So since I'm looking out for assholes who might fuck with my friend Trish, I'm sticking next to her the whole show instead of going into the pit, which I'd normally just gravitate towards by default, but not this time. So I look around, protecting a friend from the crowd and what do I see? A hot girl in a fishnet shirt with no bra and her boyfriend holding her tits. I wondered if her electric tape disappeared or she lost her shirt or bra or if she didn't care. I soon found out she didn't care...
They were definitely putting on a show of their own. For I don't know how long in a tightly packed crowd, they were leaning up against me, her legs wrapped around him, with her Lycra based short skirt pulled up at the front and him grinding her. Sex? Probably, but I wasn't absolutely positively sure yet. Until with a little crowd shifting and my hands at my side, soon, my arm which was being and me being in short sleeves, noticed a distinct lack of underwear. I rolled my eyes and smirked at them a couple of times. A few later, I suddenly feel someone else's hand in mine and because of the positioning, I knew it wasn't Trish, so I guessed it was someone I knew, right? Nope! The same girl grabbed hold of my hand while her boyfriend was nailing her some more in the crowd.
You see, they'd take turns slapping each other, making out, biting each other (nipples, necks, ears, etc...), grinding, and fucking (her in front of him, or her with her legs wrapping around him). Well, I have no problem with exhibition, hey, sex in public places can be quite fun, and me being used as a prop to lean up against didn't even bother me too much, I wasn't getting any "love stains" on me. Her holding my hand during the ordeal? Eh... whatever, I can deal with that too.
Now let's not forget whose playing and how packed it is. There's something I call crowd shift, you get moved around with the pit in the middle, action, reaction, etc... you get pushed and swayed around. So, with my hand being held onto by this girl's, which I didn't really give much of a damn about at first, heh, my arm ended up getting pulled behind my back a bit, but it wasn't painfully so, I'm actually pretty flexible, believe it or not for a guy with my size and build.
I'm fine so far, I'm dealing, but I can't really do anything to move it just yet, without probably pushing and hurting someone around me, which wasn't going to be an issue until I thought my wrist my snap or something. Or maybe something else might prompt it... something like, say, my hand getting moved slightly and me noticing that she was placing it elsewhere...
OK, so let's review she's cute and all, into exhibitionism, that's all fine and dandy, I still don't know who the fuck she is, what she may or may not have, and well, deciding to start riding my fingers, on the hand I have stuck behind my back was a kind of presumptuous decision on her part, especially when, with my current orientation, I couldn't really remove my hand, if I chose, I was kind of stuck. I couldn't even really try curling my fingers up to remove them.. I was stuck with this girl fucking my hand, her boyfriend doing I have no clue what to her at this point (anal? who knows).
I was violated... ::sniff sniff:: and after the whole ordeal, they walked off and she was staggering so incredibly badly, I wondered if she was drugged, because most people will pass out from alcohol before they get a chance to get to that state... trust me. I went and washed my hands very very thoroughly. I checked for cuts on my fingers just in case, but they were fine, my cuticles were surprisingly in tact (for anyone who knows me).
So yeah, I got quite violated and am still unsure as to whether or not I really care yet. Had a blast at that show and Cruxshadows was delightful, I'd not really had any real sleep in 6ish days and I finally went home, read some email, some news, and passed out for about 9 hours, didn't really sleep too well though, so I had a bite to eat watched a little television, advised a friend who dropped by on how to get this lesbian who thinks has a crush on him into the sack, and here I am now, writing this, trying to figure out what to listen to and wondering why Christy didn't answer her cell when she knew I was calling, that whore.