She just pulled her pants down, squatted and peed in the front row. aka: foxboro hot tubs night 2
Saturday, early morning, after the chaos and madness of the Foxboro Hot Tubs night 1, Megs and I walked and chilled at a diner. We were sore, and beat up, and bruised, and exhausted and talked about hanging out to the side on Sunday if we get in. That was our plan.
Sunday morning, we stake out Bowery Electric. The line wasn't supposed to start until 8pm, but you know how we all roll, and at 11am we were number 9 and 10 in the line. The day passed by with a lot of inside jokes (singing the El Camino song all day, and yelling out It's Fuck Time! any time someone asked what time it was) and a lot of cold and wind and rain.
All we really wanted was to get into the venue that night. there was only 100 tickets for sale, and the rest of the 75 tickets were for guest list. And since Green Day was flying back to Cali the following morning, the concert actually was a big party for the American Idiot cast and crew.
Around 8pm we got our tickets, legit printed tickets with our names on them, and around 11pm we got let into the venue. After a sketchy entrance, we were 2nd row just off center of the stage (yeah, that thing about being tired and wanting the side went right out the damn window, because how many other chances would we get to see the Hot Tubs?) so we're there. And this girl that had gotten pulled on stage the night before, was front row against the stage. And, well, she had to pee so apparently she pulled her pants right down and squatted in the front row.
The opening band was Emily's Army, which is a band made up of east bay teenagers, including Billie's son Joey on the drums. They were good, too. And just adorable. And Tre was standing off to the side overseeing Joey's drum techniques (which looks a lot like Tre Cool's drum style) and Mike was beaming and Billie was crouched down and hiding, watching Joey from out behind his fingers and then watching the crowd dance and flip out for his son. He was the proudest Daddy ever. It hurt my heart.
Speaking of Billie being a daddy, a middle aged woman got up on stage and started dancing with the tiny young singer, and getting all up in his deal and WHOOSH out of nowhere Billie lands on the stage and starts dancing with her, to distract her and get her away from the kid. That part was fucking amazing.
Meanwhile, Joan fucking Jett and The Runaways are standing behind us, watching the entire thing.
This shit is insanity. Apparently Bill Murray and Tom Hanks were also there, I don't even know.
Since it was a party for the American Idiot cast and crew, they were all there as well, rocking out, drinking, having a grand time, and by the time the Hot Tubs came on, people were already pretty rowdy.
I lasted about one song in the second row centerish, before the crowd shoved me to the side, and I was pretty okay with that. I could actually see the entire show, I could rock out, dance, and keep snagging beer from Mike Dirnt. There are worse places. Before I got completely on the side though, Billie leaned back into the crowd, and Megs was part of the cradling billie crew, and he reached his can of PBR out, and well, what can I say, I needed Billie's beer:
That picture sums up the entire night better then I can. While Megs is cradling Billie and playing with his hair, I'm going for the pbr, as shameless as can be.
I soon got shifted to rest next to the wall, second row and the entire night, my spot was THE spot to be for drinking, because first Mike Dirnt started handing me beers, then he poured beer in my mouth, then about 3 seperate times Jason White poured beer in my mouth, and finally Tre Cool came over and emptied like half his can down my mouth. Tre Fucking Cool. My first drummer, he poured beer into my mouth. It might be love. By the 4th song or so, I was totally feeling it. If I wasn't jumping and sweating so much I'd have been fucking drunk by the end of that show. Every can that was passed back I got at least part of. I know it doesn't sound like much, but it was exactly the Hot Tubs experience I had expected.
At one point, Billie crowd surfed over to my end and stopped there, just laying on people, he grabbed my hand and squeezed and we held hands for a second, then he shifted so our fingers would lace together, and my heart went all melty, but before I could go heart eyes, he brought my hand to his mouth and BIT my fingers. That man, it's not allowed how sexy he is.
Another point, he came up to us and his shirt was mostly torn open already and I had my hand against his stomach, because, well, how often are you in that position? And he leaned closer and my hand slide under his shirt all the way around to his back until I was hugging him. Then he pulled back and I got to pet his neck and throat and hair. That was a really really good moment. Oh man.
The two nights could not have been more different. Night 1 was The Rev being so far up in our scene, groping at us and being groped, and it was drunken debauchery and one layer of clothing away from third base and being choked and him just being amazing and theatrical. And painful, and I lost my shoes and I gained some bruises, and I couldn't see much more then the red of Billie's pants for a while and then the crowd the rest of the time.
Night 2 was an absolute party. It was less The Rev and more Billie Joe. It was a show I actually got to see and dance around in. It was the American Idiot cast coming on stage so often to stage dive off that Billie finally said "Theo, I love you, but you have to get off my fucking stage!" and it was Johnny Gallagher singing with Billie and pouring beer all over him before diving out into the audience (and I got a handful of Gallagher at one point, let me tell you) and it was Billie calling DECLAN up on stage to jam for a good 5 minutes, and it was rowdy and shoving and dancing and drinking and the best party I've ever been to.
By the last few songs, Megs had found me (after her evening of cradling Billie and dancing with Johnny Gallagher and being around the American Idiot cast while I'm whoring it up with the pbr cans) and we rocked out together for the last few songs.
It was perfect, and I kept my shoes the entire night. The two nights bookend each other so perfectly. They're such opposites of the exact same thing, and I'm so glad I got both, because I wouldn't be able to give up either one for the other.
Also, apparently they went through over 950 cans of PBR, somewhere in the middle of the show, Billie had to order more up to the stage.
And now, pictures I didn't take!
This was my view most of the night. That does not suck.
A quick one while he's away
I appreciate how his belt is undone.
Billie and PBR. my otp of the night.
Just outside, before we went in, we all had FUCK TIME written on our hands in some way.
Some on our palms.
Other, on our knuckles.
What's amazing, is that this doesn't even begin to cover it. There was so much that these two posts missed that I keep remembering, but for now, there it is. This doesn't even touch on Saturday and American Idiot in the orchestra seats and the fact that some friends and I got to meet Travis Jayner, the olympic short track bronze medalist (and absolute cutie pie) and he let us hold his medal.
Yeah, that happened too. Best weekend of my life.
Sunday morning, we stake out Bowery Electric. The line wasn't supposed to start until 8pm, but you know how we all roll, and at 11am we were number 9 and 10 in the line. The day passed by with a lot of inside jokes (singing the El Camino song all day, and yelling out It's Fuck Time! any time someone asked what time it was) and a lot of cold and wind and rain.
All we really wanted was to get into the venue that night. there was only 100 tickets for sale, and the rest of the 75 tickets were for guest list. And since Green Day was flying back to Cali the following morning, the concert actually was a big party for the American Idiot cast and crew.
Around 8pm we got our tickets, legit printed tickets with our names on them, and around 11pm we got let into the venue. After a sketchy entrance, we were 2nd row just off center of the stage (yeah, that thing about being tired and wanting the side went right out the damn window, because how many other chances would we get to see the Hot Tubs?) so we're there. And this girl that had gotten pulled on stage the night before, was front row against the stage. And, well, she had to pee so apparently she pulled her pants right down and squatted in the front row.
The opening band was Emily's Army, which is a band made up of east bay teenagers, including Billie's son Joey on the drums. They were good, too. And just adorable. And Tre was standing off to the side overseeing Joey's drum techniques (which looks a lot like Tre Cool's drum style) and Mike was beaming and Billie was crouched down and hiding, watching Joey from out behind his fingers and then watching the crowd dance and flip out for his son. He was the proudest Daddy ever. It hurt my heart.
Speaking of Billie being a daddy, a middle aged woman got up on stage and started dancing with the tiny young singer, and getting all up in his deal and WHOOSH out of nowhere Billie lands on the stage and starts dancing with her, to distract her and get her away from the kid. That part was fucking amazing.
Meanwhile, Joan fucking Jett and The Runaways are standing behind us, watching the entire thing.
This shit is insanity. Apparently Bill Murray and Tom Hanks were also there, I don't even know.
Since it was a party for the American Idiot cast and crew, they were all there as well, rocking out, drinking, having a grand time, and by the time the Hot Tubs came on, people were already pretty rowdy.
I lasted about one song in the second row centerish, before the crowd shoved me to the side, and I was pretty okay with that. I could actually see the entire show, I could rock out, dance, and keep snagging beer from Mike Dirnt. There are worse places. Before I got completely on the side though, Billie leaned back into the crowd, and Megs was part of the cradling billie crew, and he reached his can of PBR out, and well, what can I say, I needed Billie's beer:
That picture sums up the entire night better then I can. While Megs is cradling Billie and playing with his hair, I'm going for the pbr, as shameless as can be.
I soon got shifted to rest next to the wall, second row and the entire night, my spot was THE spot to be for drinking, because first Mike Dirnt started handing me beers, then he poured beer in my mouth, then about 3 seperate times Jason White poured beer in my mouth, and finally Tre Cool came over and emptied like half his can down my mouth. Tre Fucking Cool. My first drummer, he poured beer into my mouth. It might be love. By the 4th song or so, I was totally feeling it. If I wasn't jumping and sweating so much I'd have been fucking drunk by the end of that show. Every can that was passed back I got at least part of. I know it doesn't sound like much, but it was exactly the Hot Tubs experience I had expected.
At one point, Billie crowd surfed over to my end and stopped there, just laying on people, he grabbed my hand and squeezed and we held hands for a second, then he shifted so our fingers would lace together, and my heart went all melty, but before I could go heart eyes, he brought my hand to his mouth and BIT my fingers. That man, it's not allowed how sexy he is.
Another point, he came up to us and his shirt was mostly torn open already and I had my hand against his stomach, because, well, how often are you in that position? And he leaned closer and my hand slide under his shirt all the way around to his back until I was hugging him. Then he pulled back and I got to pet his neck and throat and hair. That was a really really good moment. Oh man.
The two nights could not have been more different. Night 1 was The Rev being so far up in our scene, groping at us and being groped, and it was drunken debauchery and one layer of clothing away from third base and being choked and him just being amazing and theatrical. And painful, and I lost my shoes and I gained some bruises, and I couldn't see much more then the red of Billie's pants for a while and then the crowd the rest of the time.
Night 2 was an absolute party. It was less The Rev and more Billie Joe. It was a show I actually got to see and dance around in. It was the American Idiot cast coming on stage so often to stage dive off that Billie finally said "Theo, I love you, but you have to get off my fucking stage!" and it was Johnny Gallagher singing with Billie and pouring beer all over him before diving out into the audience (and I got a handful of Gallagher at one point, let me tell you) and it was Billie calling DECLAN up on stage to jam for a good 5 minutes, and it was rowdy and shoving and dancing and drinking and the best party I've ever been to.
By the last few songs, Megs had found me (after her evening of cradling Billie and dancing with Johnny Gallagher and being around the American Idiot cast while I'm whoring it up with the pbr cans) and we rocked out together for the last few songs.
It was perfect, and I kept my shoes the entire night. The two nights bookend each other so perfectly. They're such opposites of the exact same thing, and I'm so glad I got both, because I wouldn't be able to give up either one for the other.
Also, apparently they went through over 950 cans of PBR, somewhere in the middle of the show, Billie had to order more up to the stage.
And now, pictures I didn't take!
This was my view most of the night. That does not suck.
A quick one while he's away
I appreciate how his belt is undone.
Billie and PBR. my otp of the night.
Just outside, before we went in, we all had FUCK TIME written on our hands in some way.
Some on our palms.
Other, on our knuckles.
What's amazing, is that this doesn't even begin to cover it. There was so much that these two posts missed that I keep remembering, but for now, there it is. This doesn't even touch on Saturday and American Idiot in the orchestra seats and the fact that some friends and I got to meet Travis Jayner, the olympic short track bronze medalist (and absolute cutie pie) and he let us hold his medal.
Yeah, that happened too. Best weekend of my life.