Mikey Fuckin Way- MCR PORTLAND 4/9/08
it was the best and the worst of days.
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IN PORTLAND WAS SO AMAZING.
I left from Seattle at 7am got there at 10:30, waited in line until 6. Nothing too exciting happened. It rained, it was cold, blah blah blah. Got inside, the Crystal Ballroom was beautiful, so fucking amazing. We were like in the "third row " so we had a good view but Im too fucking short for this shit sometimes. Drive By was kinda boring, good, but not amazing. Billy Talent was really good, energetic, and their vocals kicked ass. My friend new all the words to all of their songs, so she had alot of fun with them.
Right before My Chem came out, everyone started singing Happy Birthday to Gerard. They came out and their first song was Venom, which was fucking awesome. Ive seen and met quite a few bands in my day, but I will always be star-stuck when I see MCR. Not only are they my favorite band, but they mean so much to me, I cant live without them. *Fangirl sigh*
Gerard would ask us to sing Happy Birthday to him after every song, only to interrupt us half-way through to break into the next song. In Washington State, it is illegal to smoke indoors at all, so when Gerard, Frank and Bob all lit up cigarettes in between songs, I was Like "WTF ARE THEY DOING?!!?" yeeeahh...then Gerard was drinking a Red Bull Smoothie and making his "sippy face".
Lets see....what else....I always seem to forget how nasally Gerard's voice is. Ha. So cute. And I got a Mikey Fuckin Way shirt- which no one in Seattle will have.
Overall, it was the best day ever.
Then it was over. Over. I didnt meet them, I didnt go to the signing, and I didnt go to the concert the day before. I feel so shitty because I feel like I half-ass everything, because I have never met them or anything. I feel so stupid because I just went to the concert, and didnt get anything signed or some shit. And now its over and I regret not being so hardcore about it because I lost an opportunity that I wont get for a long time. I have nothing to look forward to now.
Damn it you Post Concert Depression.
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IN PORTLAND WAS SO AMAZING.
I left from Seattle at 7am got there at 10:30, waited in line until 6. Nothing too exciting happened. It rained, it was cold, blah blah blah. Got inside, the Crystal Ballroom was beautiful, so fucking amazing. We were like in the "third row " so we had a good view but Im too fucking short for this shit sometimes. Drive By was kinda boring, good, but not amazing. Billy Talent was really good, energetic, and their vocals kicked ass. My friend new all the words to all of their songs, so she had alot of fun with them.
Right before My Chem came out, everyone started singing Happy Birthday to Gerard. They came out and their first song was Venom, which was fucking awesome. Ive seen and met quite a few bands in my day, but I will always be star-stuck when I see MCR. Not only are they my favorite band, but they mean so much to me, I cant live without them. *Fangirl sigh*
Gerard would ask us to sing Happy Birthday to him after every song, only to interrupt us half-way through to break into the next song. In Washington State, it is illegal to smoke indoors at all, so when Gerard, Frank and Bob all lit up cigarettes in between songs, I was Like "WTF ARE THEY DOING?!!?" yeeeahh...then Gerard was drinking a Red Bull Smoothie and making his "sippy face".
Lets see....what else....I always seem to forget how nasally Gerard's voice is. Ha. So cute. And I got a Mikey Fuckin Way shirt- which no one in Seattle will have.
Overall, it was the best day ever.
Then it was over. Over. I didnt meet them, I didnt go to the signing, and I didnt go to the concert the day before. I feel so shitty because I feel like I half-ass everything, because I have never met them or anything. I feel so stupid because I just went to the concert, and didnt get anything signed or some shit. And now its over and I regret not being so hardcore about it because I lost an opportunity that I wont get for a long time. I have nothing to look forward to now.
Damn it you Post Concert Depression.