Well, at least his pants stayed on? aka Foxboro Hot Tubs, night 1.
For two years now, Megs and I have been all over the Foxboro Hot Tubs. They are Green Day's side project, but apart from that, they are amazing. If they were completed unrelated to Green Day, I would still love the shit out of them. Their album is amazing, and their lives shows are notorious for being a drunken debauchery good time. I am into that.
They had this mini tour, about 2 years ago, that had us seriously considering flying to Texas and sleeping out on the hope that we could buy tickets at the door. Yeah, we're serious about this band.
So, when I refer to The Rev in the post, it's not crazy. He is definitely not Billie Joe for these few hours. The difference is amazing, and he comes to life in this different, no boundaries, sexy way that I've never seen anyone do in my life.
Last week, the news broke about a Hot Tubs show Sunday night at midnight (tonight) and we all started scheming and plotting and planning and knew it would be difficult, but we were going to try it anyways. Then, on Thursday afternoon, news broke about a Hot Tubs show Friday night, at a tiny bar/venue about 4 blocks from my work. We couldn't miss the chance, so we called in sick and planned to spend the day lining up about 4 blocks from my work, literally right beside a building my company designed. Oh yeah, I'm going out in style.
We got there around 1130pm and slowly friends from other shows scattered in till about 4am. 4am is when the owner of the venue, Nikki, aka Fauxey Ramone (I don't know what his hair was trying to do, but it was no Joey Ramone, sir) and his lady friends giggling and hanging off of him, came outside to chase us off. Yelling at us in this piercing voice that there was NO LINING UP! ANYONE WHO LINED UP WOUDLN"T BE ALLOWED INTO THE SHOW. THE COPS WERE GOING TO PATROL AND ARREST EVERYONE LINED UP AND PUT THEM IN JAIL ALL WEEKEND. yeah. he was into his job.
So we scattered, and Megs decided to go get a few hours of work in, while I stayed and tried to keep warm with our friends Toniann, Kayla, Fallyn, Mike, and Joe. We wandered a lot that morning, until eventually we all fell asleep for 5 minutes at the counter of an all night deli and then at the tables at starbucks. As we were trudging back to huddle on the bench for warmth, a polite man in a silver velvet jacket offered to take us to his apartment so we could sleep. We all politely declined but the truth was we all considered it.
around 6am, a girl named shannon came with her car, and we fit 8 of us in there, not comfortably, but we were warm, and not walking, so it didn't matter.
(I don't actually know who's pictured here, but there are 8 of us chilling in the car)
Megs came back around 1030am or 11am and the rest of the day was spent hanging out on benches, buying tickets early (take that, Nikki, daytime crew liked us!), and forming the line all afternoon. OH SNAP.
Around 4pm, now that we had a nice neat line, Nikki came back and surveyed us all with a look of absolute hatred. This was not a man who was pleased to see us. And after a sketchy, panicked entry we all got our reward for waiting all night and all day. Front and center against the tiny stage! The stage came about mid thigh on me, and i knew this would be painful later.
The first band was okay, but not memorable, the second band was The Mystic Knights of the Cobras and they were rad, two very hot girls being very fierce and I was all about it. I also got my face full of hot girl because I was the center of the catwalk. This would come into play again later.
Around 9pm, we all lost our collective shits, because First Tre came out, and then Mike and the Jasons got into their spots, and then. Then came The Rev. In a tattered pimp coat, and huge white sunglasses, carrying a cane with an Alligator head on it, and wearing BRIGHT red pants and a button up shirt. Just, so you have a visual.
People pushed forward so hard, and I'm so short, that they were pushing from above me and my legs were smashed against the stage and I was bracing myself on stage and monitors almost bent over. I couldn't see much at first, because, the first thing The Rev did, was walk in front of us, reach out for people, and almost step on my hands. What this forced, was for me to brace my hands on BILLIE JOE ARMSTONG'S THIGHS (!!!!) and have my face literally buried in his crotch. I swear, there was no way to avoid this, I would have, because it seems shamelessly slutty, and while it's true that I'm totally shameless for The Rev, I still woudn't have gone there. But there I was. Hugging his thighs and grabbing them for balance, and my nose scratching his zipper.
Put that down as probably the second most surreal moment of my life. The first will happen soon though.
When he finally pulled back, I still couldn't straighten up, but my friend Kayla looked at me and started LAUGHING and shaking her head at me.
This is how I spent the first 3 songs. All I saw was the red of Billie Joe's pants, and I'm comfortable with that. Though, during one song, I was able to straighten up enough, that he put his face right against mine and we sang together for a minute. That was incredible.
He came around, and poured PBR all over us, it was everywhere. The only thing all 8 of us had talked about all day, was wanting The Rev's pbr on us, and we were not dissapointed. I had my mouth open like a little baby bird for that shit. It was at the point where he poured it into his mouth and it's cascading down his throat and stomach for Megs to drink off his skin (jealous) and then down his fingers which he holds over my mouth to feed me pbr from his fingers.
You guys, who's life is this? The Rev is sex incarnate, I'm sure of it. There was just, so much mutual gropage that respected some kind of invisible line, somehow, and we were all into it, and he was into it, and it was all playful and shameless and instinctive. And I realize now that at some points, only one layer of clothing kept me from third base with Billie Joe Armstrong. Because, I'm certain The Rev wasn't rocking anything under those red pants. I would have noticed.
Somehow, as he was stage diving, I ended up behind Megs, who ended up sitting on the stage, and I could FINALLY stand up, because I was pushed and braced against her. And while I didn't get Billie crotch, I got to see again and that was cool. But, as he travelled back to the stage, his legs got caught around my neck, and we stayed like that for a minute. Which, was also nice.
Eventually, I ended up knealing behind megs on the stage, and she had The Rev cradled in her lap as I supported his neck and head, my fingers in his hair and all over his sweaty neck. He was ours for just one second, this beautiful talented man that has been the topic of almost every single time we hang out, just there sprawled on the two of us.
Then, when The Rev wasn't crowd surfing or sprawling on us, he was hanging upside down from the lights while tre and mike were being gorgeous on stage
Then, they played a new song "It's Fuck Time" which, is exactly what it sounds like. It's sexy, and dirty, and charming, and everything the Hot Tubs are. And I'm knealing on the stage, and he takes Megs glasses from her and wears them for a minute, and I'm dying I just hug her from behind so hard, because omg, she's getting so much Rev love, and I straighten up a bit so I'm taller for a second, right and there is a line in the song that says "i'm gonna choke you till you're blue in the face" and he makes this choking motion with his hand, and then just after that, he leans in really close, and put his hand around my throat to choke me. And I figure he'll do it kind of just for show, WRONG ANSWER NINI, The Rev fucking choked me, his thumb dug into my neck and his fingers pressed hard against my windpipe, his face was right beside mine to the point that the corners of our mouths were touching as we sang, and according to megs, his nose was against mine so close that it actually pushed mine in a bit. After he let me go, I literally sagged down against Megs, that was too fucking much. That, right there, is the most surreal moment of my life. Being choked by The Rev. I had the marks the next morning to prove it. I had already had a thing with choking, but now. God, that was sexy as hell, I can't even put better words to it.
A few songs later, a few very AWESOME songs later like Blood, Sex, and Booze which absolutely fits the Hot Tubs, and a Network song (my favorite actually, Super Model Robots) and then suddenly people are going on stage, and I'm trying to scoot aside to let them by and their security gaurd gets in my face and yells "Are you fucking stupid?! GET UP!" so, Kayla and I are forced onto the stage, which we do NOT want to be on, and just as proof, I show you this, which won't get shown around much, to be honest, but I need proof that I was a fucking debauched mess on stage with THE REV.
Kayla and I mostly hid in the back (while Megs was chilling on the drum riser and alternately dancing with the rev, so proud) and when I went to try and climb off the stage, the security guard pushed me off, and I went falling into a bunch of guys that sort of half caught me and then dropped me. I scrambled up pretty quick, and almost lost my pants, and another wave of people came crashing over us, so i bolted for the side bar to get water.
Also, look at my motherfucking bffl!
Now, I should explain here. That I was wearing a pair of chunky clogs that didn't tie up. I thought they'd be perfect because they were ultra comfortable and gave me height. What I didn't count on, was knealing on the stage with my feet hanging off, and having my shoes get caught on people as they're being pressed forward and eventually twisting my feet at painful angles, until the only option is to literally kick my shoes off. So yeah, I danced on the stage barefoot, and spent the last two hours of the show barefoot.
I danced and jumped all over the floor, miraculously not cutting my feet, and rocked out while they covered "i fought the law" which made me lose it, and play It's Fuck Time a total of 8 times. Then, someone tossed a skull up at The Rev and he started wooing it, and making it fall in love with him, getting over an argument, and then Mike kissed him in the middle of it, and it was all really impromptu and theatrical and gorgeous. If that makes sense. It just, you got so caught up in it, you somehow forgot it wasn't realy.
And then, during A Quick One While He's Away, I saw Megs and I went running over to her and pulled up my jeans to show her my bare feet. We hugged like we'd been seperated forever, and jumped and danced together the last two songs.
Then, she went and dug my shoes out from under the stage for me, because the second the lights came on, I realized how much broken glass was everywhere, and how lucky I was not to have cut up toes.
So, that's not even most of what went down that first night, I'm sure I'll remember more as it comes along, and now I have the second night to try and wrap my brain around. But. Really, everyone should try to see the Hot Tubs if they can, or at very least listen to them.
It was complete and total chaos and fun, and I got home with bruises on my thighs from the stage, and swollen knees, and hair that smelled like The Rev (PBR and cigarettes) and pbr all over me, and shoes, thankfully, and some of the best memories of my life. And my best friend emerged with a part of The Rev's rosary and her glasses that he wore while calling her Baby Girl, and her own set of stories that we'll trade back and forth every time we talk ever, I'm sure of it.
They had this mini tour, about 2 years ago, that had us seriously considering flying to Texas and sleeping out on the hope that we could buy tickets at the door. Yeah, we're serious about this band.
So, when I refer to The Rev in the post, it's not crazy. He is definitely not Billie Joe for these few hours. The difference is amazing, and he comes to life in this different, no boundaries, sexy way that I've never seen anyone do in my life.
Last week, the news broke about a Hot Tubs show Sunday night at midnight (tonight) and we all started scheming and plotting and planning and knew it would be difficult, but we were going to try it anyways. Then, on Thursday afternoon, news broke about a Hot Tubs show Friday night, at a tiny bar/venue about 4 blocks from my work. We couldn't miss the chance, so we called in sick and planned to spend the day lining up about 4 blocks from my work, literally right beside a building my company designed. Oh yeah, I'm going out in style.
We got there around 1130pm and slowly friends from other shows scattered in till about 4am. 4am is when the owner of the venue, Nikki, aka Fauxey Ramone (I don't know what his hair was trying to do, but it was no Joey Ramone, sir) and his lady friends giggling and hanging off of him, came outside to chase us off. Yelling at us in this piercing voice that there was NO LINING UP! ANYONE WHO LINED UP WOUDLN"T BE ALLOWED INTO THE SHOW. THE COPS WERE GOING TO PATROL AND ARREST EVERYONE LINED UP AND PUT THEM IN JAIL ALL WEEKEND. yeah. he was into his job.
So we scattered, and Megs decided to go get a few hours of work in, while I stayed and tried to keep warm with our friends Toniann, Kayla, Fallyn, Mike, and Joe. We wandered a lot that morning, until eventually we all fell asleep for 5 minutes at the counter of an all night deli and then at the tables at starbucks. As we were trudging back to huddle on the bench for warmth, a polite man in a silver velvet jacket offered to take us to his apartment so we could sleep. We all politely declined but the truth was we all considered it.
around 6am, a girl named shannon came with her car, and we fit 8 of us in there, not comfortably, but we were warm, and not walking, so it didn't matter.
(I don't actually know who's pictured here, but there are 8 of us chilling in the car)
Megs came back around 1030am or 11am and the rest of the day was spent hanging out on benches, buying tickets early (take that, Nikki, daytime crew liked us!), and forming the line all afternoon. OH SNAP.
Around 4pm, now that we had a nice neat line, Nikki came back and surveyed us all with a look of absolute hatred. This was not a man who was pleased to see us. And after a sketchy, panicked entry we all got our reward for waiting all night and all day. Front and center against the tiny stage! The stage came about mid thigh on me, and i knew this would be painful later.
The first band was okay, but not memorable, the second band was The Mystic Knights of the Cobras and they were rad, two very hot girls being very fierce and I was all about it. I also got my face full of hot girl because I was the center of the catwalk. This would come into play again later.
Around 9pm, we all lost our collective shits, because First Tre came out, and then Mike and the Jasons got into their spots, and then. Then came The Rev. In a tattered pimp coat, and huge white sunglasses, carrying a cane with an Alligator head on it, and wearing BRIGHT red pants and a button up shirt. Just, so you have a visual.
People pushed forward so hard, and I'm so short, that they were pushing from above me and my legs were smashed against the stage and I was bracing myself on stage and monitors almost bent over. I couldn't see much at first, because, the first thing The Rev did, was walk in front of us, reach out for people, and almost step on my hands. What this forced, was for me to brace my hands on BILLIE JOE ARMSTONG'S THIGHS (!!!!) and have my face literally buried in his crotch. I swear, there was no way to avoid this, I would have, because it seems shamelessly slutty, and while it's true that I'm totally shameless for The Rev, I still woudn't have gone there. But there I was. Hugging his thighs and grabbing them for balance, and my nose scratching his zipper.
Put that down as probably the second most surreal moment of my life. The first will happen soon though.
When he finally pulled back, I still couldn't straighten up, but my friend Kayla looked at me and started LAUGHING and shaking her head at me.
This is how I spent the first 3 songs. All I saw was the red of Billie Joe's pants, and I'm comfortable with that. Though, during one song, I was able to straighten up enough, that he put his face right against mine and we sang together for a minute. That was incredible.
He came around, and poured PBR all over us, it was everywhere. The only thing all 8 of us had talked about all day, was wanting The Rev's pbr on us, and we were not dissapointed. I had my mouth open like a little baby bird for that shit. It was at the point where he poured it into his mouth and it's cascading down his throat and stomach for Megs to drink off his skin (jealous) and then down his fingers which he holds over my mouth to feed me pbr from his fingers.
You guys, who's life is this? The Rev is sex incarnate, I'm sure of it. There was just, so much mutual gropage that respected some kind of invisible line, somehow, and we were all into it, and he was into it, and it was all playful and shameless and instinctive. And I realize now that at some points, only one layer of clothing kept me from third base with Billie Joe Armstrong. Because, I'm certain The Rev wasn't rocking anything under those red pants. I would have noticed.
Somehow, as he was stage diving, I ended up behind Megs, who ended up sitting on the stage, and I could FINALLY stand up, because I was pushed and braced against her. And while I didn't get Billie crotch, I got to see again and that was cool. But, as he travelled back to the stage, his legs got caught around my neck, and we stayed like that for a minute. Which, was also nice.
Eventually, I ended up knealing behind megs on the stage, and she had The Rev cradled in her lap as I supported his neck and head, my fingers in his hair and all over his sweaty neck. He was ours for just one second, this beautiful talented man that has been the topic of almost every single time we hang out, just there sprawled on the two of us.
Then, when The Rev wasn't crowd surfing or sprawling on us, he was hanging upside down from the lights while tre and mike were being gorgeous on stage
Then, they played a new song "It's Fuck Time" which, is exactly what it sounds like. It's sexy, and dirty, and charming, and everything the Hot Tubs are. And I'm knealing on the stage, and he takes Megs glasses from her and wears them for a minute, and I'm dying I just hug her from behind so hard, because omg, she's getting so much Rev love, and I straighten up a bit so I'm taller for a second, right and there is a line in the song that says "i'm gonna choke you till you're blue in the face" and he makes this choking motion with his hand, and then just after that, he leans in really close, and put his hand around my throat to choke me. And I figure he'll do it kind of just for show, WRONG ANSWER NINI, The Rev fucking choked me, his thumb dug into my neck and his fingers pressed hard against my windpipe, his face was right beside mine to the point that the corners of our mouths were touching as we sang, and according to megs, his nose was against mine so close that it actually pushed mine in a bit. After he let me go, I literally sagged down against Megs, that was too fucking much. That, right there, is the most surreal moment of my life. Being choked by The Rev. I had the marks the next morning to prove it. I had already had a thing with choking, but now. God, that was sexy as hell, I can't even put better words to it.
A few songs later, a few very AWESOME songs later like Blood, Sex, and Booze which absolutely fits the Hot Tubs, and a Network song (my favorite actually, Super Model Robots) and then suddenly people are going on stage, and I'm trying to scoot aside to let them by and their security gaurd gets in my face and yells "Are you fucking stupid?! GET UP!" so, Kayla and I are forced onto the stage, which we do NOT want to be on, and just as proof, I show you this, which won't get shown around much, to be honest, but I need proof that I was a fucking debauched mess on stage with THE REV.
Kayla and I mostly hid in the back (while Megs was chilling on the drum riser and alternately dancing with the rev, so proud) and when I went to try and climb off the stage, the security guard pushed me off, and I went falling into a bunch of guys that sort of half caught me and then dropped me. I scrambled up pretty quick, and almost lost my pants, and another wave of people came crashing over us, so i bolted for the side bar to get water.
Also, look at my motherfucking bffl!
Now, I should explain here. That I was wearing a pair of chunky clogs that didn't tie up. I thought they'd be perfect because they were ultra comfortable and gave me height. What I didn't count on, was knealing on the stage with my feet hanging off, and having my shoes get caught on people as they're being pressed forward and eventually twisting my feet at painful angles, until the only option is to literally kick my shoes off. So yeah, I danced on the stage barefoot, and spent the last two hours of the show barefoot.
I danced and jumped all over the floor, miraculously not cutting my feet, and rocked out while they covered "i fought the law" which made me lose it, and play It's Fuck Time a total of 8 times. Then, someone tossed a skull up at The Rev and he started wooing it, and making it fall in love with him, getting over an argument, and then Mike kissed him in the middle of it, and it was all really impromptu and theatrical and gorgeous. If that makes sense. It just, you got so caught up in it, you somehow forgot it wasn't realy.
And then, during A Quick One While He's Away, I saw Megs and I went running over to her and pulled up my jeans to show her my bare feet. We hugged like we'd been seperated forever, and jumped and danced together the last two songs.
Then, she went and dug my shoes out from under the stage for me, because the second the lights came on, I realized how much broken glass was everywhere, and how lucky I was not to have cut up toes.
So, that's not even most of what went down that first night, I'm sure I'll remember more as it comes along, and now I have the second night to try and wrap my brain around. But. Really, everyone should try to see the Hot Tubs if they can, or at very least listen to them.
It was complete and total chaos and fun, and I got home with bruises on my thighs from the stage, and swollen knees, and hair that smelled like The Rev (PBR and cigarettes) and pbr all over me, and shoes, thankfully, and some of the best memories of my life. And my best friend emerged with a part of The Rev's rosary and her glasses that he wore while calling her Baby Girl, and her own set of stories that we'll trade back and forth every time we talk ever, I'm sure of it.