Manic Street Preachers in Minneapolis, 30 Sept. 2009: OH MOMMY WHAT'S A SEX PISTOL?!
OH.
MY.
GOD.
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED.
THIS WEEK HAS BEEN INSANE.
OKAY, SO YOU SEE THE ONLY PERSON WITH HER ARMS IN THE AIR?? THAT'S ME. AND THE BROWN-HAIRED GIRL IN FRONT OF ME? THAT'S cheshcan. THAT IS WHERE WE WERE IN CHICAGO WHAT WHAT. LOOK AT WHAT IS OCCURRING BEFORE US.
So yeah. THE MANICS. WERE AMAZING. I don't even know how to cope. I'm actually still tearing up a lot and freaking out because it's OVER and I wanted it to go on and on forever. ;_; I just have to start typing, I think.
We got into town a bit after 3 and after some being-turned-around, found our hotel, the Days Inn. I think Minneapolis looks like a pretty nice place. Very cool there this time of year, though. Lugged all our shit up to our room and then hung out for 3 hours, snacking and glamming up and in my case, trying to paint a $10 stretchy black nightdress with the words MANIC STREET PREACHERS 2009 (back) and OH MOMMY WHAT'S A SEX PISTOL? (front). It came out looking kind of shite, but everyone said that was cool, even though the text wrapped around the front and was spaced poorly and generally AWFUL, and I had to put it on while the paint was still wet, but oh well! Proper spirit and all that. I heaped on the black eyeshadow (having forgotten a sharpener for my eyeliner and not had a chance to buy more) and unbraided my hair for super-early-90s waves and tied Chesh's leopard-print scarf round my head once she decided she had too many accessories on. Put on feather earrings and a cross necklace and my sneakers with leopard-print laces and we took the hotel shuttle a mile west to the venue.
The Varsity Theatre is a very nice venue! I think my favorite things about it were 1) no barriers WHATSOEVER between you and the stage, so you could LEAN ON THE STAGE THAT THE MANIC STREET PREACHERS WERE PLAYING ON, 2) loads of people hung out on these raised burgundy platforms covered in burgundy furniture and tables rather than joining the crowd at the stage, and 3) there was only one door in and out of the venue so EVERY TIME the Manics went through it, WE FUCKING SAW THEM.
Aw yeah. That marquee totally says "Manic Street Ppeachers," with a long piece of tape on the second P because SOMEONE didn't have enough letters ready for the Manics! Bitches.
At some point while we were huddled in line, I realized that the muffled music I was hearing was actually, honestly the Manics and not just me making shit up in my excitement. I think everyone else came to the same conclusion at the same time, because we all began to crowd around the windows, which had this decorative wrought iron over the inside preventing us from seeing much. BUT THEN WE SAW. THE MANICS. ON THE STAGE. DOING THEIR SOUNDCHECK. OH MY FUCKING GOD, WE SAW THEM. They did "Motorcycle Emptiness," "Enola/Alone," "If You Tolerate This..." and I think something off the new album like "Marlon JD." I only just saw James sometimes and Nicky rarely, but we stayed by that fucking window, feeling the music through the glass and peeking in every few seconds like retards.
The first Manic I saw coming through the door was Sean. He went out and headed right, and we were to the left of the door. Everyone was on their phone, and I was the only one who saw him of our group, and my head went, "HOLY SHIT SHORTEST MAN IN MINNEAPOLIS AT THIS MOMENT. IT CAN'T BE ANYONE ELSE" and I jumped up and down really fast and landed on Chesh's foot, and she yelped, "Ow! Fuck!" on the phone to her mom, who said, "Language!" I watched Sean walk away, too scared to go bother him ALTHOUGH I SHOULD HAVE BECAUSE HE'S A DICKBAG WHO REFUSES TO TALK TO HIS FANS EVER, and then told everyone that I'd just seen him. Nicky Wire followed a few minutes later, all tall and blonde and walking with some other guy, maybe the keyboardist? And we couldn't approach him, either. So then I stood around, curling my fingers up in Chesh's armwarmers because Minneapolis was FKING COLD that day, and waited to see JDB, even as everyone else was chatting 15 feet away.
Chesh came over finally and a few minutes later, HE STEPPED OUT and spoke to the doorman and then I got up the courage to say, "Hi, James!!" and he looked back at Chesh & me all, "Oh, hey! How you doin'?" and I was like, "Cold!" and he nodded and kept on walking OH MY GOD OH MY GOD JAMES SAID HELLO TO US. I don't even know where the Manics went--to get dinner? Beer? Walk around in the cold like that's fun? Who knows!
We were there for ages--at least an hour went by and we talked to various fans while Alyssa and Janelle gave out their newly-minted fanzine, which you should *Ryan Jarman accent here* ALL check out, by the way, it's VERY good *end NMTB quoting*. A tall guy named Justin chatted with us for a while before going to get a beer at the bar across the way. I noticed a boy with crazy-awesome hair in a black jacket talking to the first group of fans there, and then he came over towards us and we started to talk to him. His name's Matt and he came up from Orlando to see four (!?!?1/1/) shows--Minneapolis, Chicago, Detroit and New York--and had seen the Manics 10 years before when he was 18 and they played in 1999. We ended up hanging out with him the rest of our waiting-time and then following him into the venue and chatting with him during the waiting-tiemz. He told us the opening act, Neko Vega (Niko? Everyone spells it differently, it seems), was good and the singer was cute. And she was, and they weren't bad at all, but I just wanted my trio of Welshmen!
AND THEN
AND THEN
THEY FUCKING HAPPENED.
WHAT THE FUCK I ROCKED OUT SO HARD I SCREAMED I SHOUTED I SANG IT WAS FUCKING TRANSCENDENT IN THERE AND WE WERE RIGHT FUCKING THERE I COULD SEE SALIVA SPRAY FROM JDB'S MOUTH WHEN HE SANG.
Brief highlights:
+ Second song was "No Surface All Feeling" which is incidentally my favorite Manics song along with "Ready For Drowning." I FELT SO EMOTIONAL AND THEN I JUST STARTED CRYING AND OH MY GOD ASDFLKJ. Chesh looked at me and said Matt had a similar expression on his face the whole time, but IDK if he cried. I'm kind of a pussy. Ho. Ly. Shit.
+ Me, a few songs in: "Do 'Umbrella!'"
James, levelling eyes with me: "No. Sorry, but no." *Something about only wanting to play new shit, which is lol considering their setlist was half old shit, but I guess you can only cover Rihanna so many times before it gets old*
+ Nicky Wire jumping like fuck! Holy crap the man can JUMP. Also, every time he smiled/grinned/laughed and when he closed his eyes and looked orgasmic while playing along. Dude is fucking fly on bass, too. I didn't really realize it until I was watching his fingers go.
+ JDB going around in circles with his guitar! At one point, Nicky signalled to him and pointed at the lead and I saw him mouth, "James! Watch your lead!" and I thought that was REALLY CUTE for some reason.
+ JDB and Nicky's Welsh-accented banter, full of bromance. <3
+ "Masses Against The Classes" ACOUSTIC. WHO FUCKING KNEW IT COULD ROCK THAT HARD ACOUSTIC?! JDB KNEW, THAT'S WHO.
+ Me: HEY SEAN!!!!!
Sean: *waves gloved hand, lifts face to crowd for brief moment before going on Not Giving A Fuck*
+ THE SONGS. OH GOD. THE SONGS.
Brief lowlights:
+ God, there was some dickbag with a UK accent of some kind who kept on pushing and moshing near the end of the show and I was getting a bit battered around/afraid for my life, so I turned around at one point, put my hands on this guy's chest and pushed him back firmly, saying, "STOP it!" and he gets all defensive like "OH IT'S A CONCERT I'M SUPPOSED TO BE A DICKBAG." Then this woman who'd been in front of me at the edge of the stage stepped back and ushered me in front of here, saying that she was big enough to take them as she was much taller than me. I thanked her profusely and did enjoy the rest of the show from there, but the English or whatever guy shoved past her and grabbed me by the shoulders all, "HEY DARLIN I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YOU. YOU LIKE THE MANICS?!" and I'm like "Uh... YES?" and he's like, "YEAH MAN ME TOO WE'RE ON THE SAME TEAM. WE'RE ON THE SAME TEAM!" and I think everyone else kind of jostled him back again, but I mean, WTF? Go away, drunken douchefag!
+ THE SHOW DID NOT LAST FOREVER. ;_;
Chesh, me, Matt, Janelle. Matt kinda looks like he's all I AM A PIRATE AND THESE ARE MY WENCHES, but I think he's just holding something. ALSO. IN MY HAND.
IS THE SETLIST.
Once the show ended (JDB: "We don't do encores!"), I dove forward and yelped for a setlist like I've never yelped before. A guy looked at me and seemed like he was gonna give me one, but he didn't, and then Janelle was shoving out further past me and yelling even more and THEY GAVE HER ONE AND SHE GAVE IT TO ME THANK YOU SO MUCH JANELLE IT SERIOUSLY MADE MY FUCKING LIFE.
So there you have the setlist! IT IS AMAZING. I AM GOING TO FRAME IT AND PUT IT ON MY WALL.
AND THEN we were all just like milling about near the bar and suddenly Nicky Wire was just THERE in his little captain's hat and then JDB was just fucking THERE and oh my god. Chesh and Alyssa and Janelle set about giving them all gifts and I thought of the 5-page letter I had in my purse, the one I'd written in the car en route from Iowa City where I said stupid fangirly shit and went on and on about how amazing they are, and I realized I just could not fucking give it to them after seeing that show.
JDB was highly enthusiastic over Chesh's sock-squid (JDB, reading its little tag, "Ah! Just a KID! One of my favorite b-sides!") and then looked in the bag Alyssa & Janelle got him to find XL Hanes T-shirts. JDB: I'm a medium! Everyone: NOOOOOOOOO ;_; JDB: ... I can wear these when I clean house, though! And I'll be having a few burgers by the time I get to New York, so they might fit!
Alyssa announced that her engagement to Janelle was due in no small part to the Manics, and JDB immediately was like, "When's the date?!" and they're like "... uhhh we're broke," and he set in all, "YOU CAN'T NOT SET A DATE. Long engagements, they never last! You've got to get married as soon as possible! best day you'll ever have! There's a huge party, cake, and the wedding night sex... best you'll ever have!" I immediately cracked the fuck up at that because WHAT THE FUCKING HELL JAMES JUST TOLD TWO GIRLS HALF HIS AGE TO HAVE HOT WEDDING NIGHT SEX WHAT THE FUCK. Seriously fucking hilarious shit right there. The man is candid as hell.
Everyone else said Nicky seemed tired and they're probably right, but I was just too, like, OMG WTF NICKY WIRE to really notice. He's so tall! He's so cute! I don't even remember what happened with meeting him that night, now, but hey, have our pictures:
AHHHHHHH HE'S SO SHORT AND WONDERFUL.
AHHHHHH HE'S SO TALL AND AMAZING.
Nicky Wire: totally in love with our Matt. They share an affinity for sports and specifically Brett Favre. Thus ensued several gay jokes at the Wire's expense regarding his love for attractive young men. YOU'RE MARRIED, NICKY WIRE. AND SUCH A HOMO.
James also chatted a while with Matt, which was darling, and Janelle or Alyssa was like, OMG GET A PICTURE OF THEM TALKING, and of course, with my slow-ass camera, by the time I snapped a photo, they'd already turned to me and so this resulted:
LOLS FOREVER.
Me, taking the picture: James! Look a LITTLE happier?
JDB: Mrrgh. :\
Matt: =D!!!!!
Me, feeling a bit bad since James is being photographed every .2 seconds: Sorry! *takes picture anyway*
So after JDB and the Wire finally escaped us, we bundled up and went with Matt outside. Turns out he was staying at our hotel, too, so we all shared a cab-van back that Matt sweetly paid for. I'm pretty sure the driver thought we were insane because we were having a conversation about how gay Wire was for Matt and how JDB was lauding marital sex.
We didn't end up going to bed until around 3 AM because we hung out with Matt for hours, first in his room, where he grabbed my photos off my memory card, and then in our room, where we learned he loves '90s U2 best and has great taste in basically everything. I called the pizza place advertised in the hotel rooms and bought us all these amazing pizzas INCLUDING MASHED POTATO PIZZA. Yeah, you read that shit right--it was pretty much divine. I don't know who thought that up, but it's worthy of some kind of culinary accolades for sure.
Janelle and Alyssa tired out and we said goodnight to Matt after exchanging contact information with him. The next morning, after our paltry four hours of sleep, we had complimentary breakfast and dragged ourselves down to the rainy hateful morning to check out, where we saw ... Matt! He was checking out way earlier than expected due to some flight mixups, and I wished that we had had room in Janelle's car for him and his shit because he was seriously worried he'd miss his flight to Chicago and that night's Manics show.
We drove for a very long and boring for 7 hours--I should say that Janelle did, and she's a fucking superheroine for doing it, because Wisconin's BORING as shit--and I tried hard to sleep in the car to no avail. I learned through several text messages that Matt made it to Chicago sooner than we did and we planned to meet at that night's show again.
Chicago's going to have to wait for another entry, where I'll discuss Sean Moore being an asshole, Chesh being ignored by JDB, how fucking gay the Manics are and the sheer cuteness of NewRichey!! I've got to go print a shitty poem and get 4 hours' sleep before class today. X(
FOR MORE FUN, CHECK OUT CHESH'S FIRST AND SECOND ENTRIES. I'D LINK YOU TO JANELLE'S BUT IT'S SEKRET. OMG MANICS!!!! <3 <3 <3
J.
MY.
GOD.
WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED.
THIS WEEK HAS BEEN INSANE.
OKAY, SO YOU SEE THE ONLY PERSON WITH HER ARMS IN THE AIR?? THAT'S ME. AND THE BROWN-HAIRED GIRL IN FRONT OF ME? THAT'S cheshcan. THAT IS WHERE WE WERE IN CHICAGO WHAT WHAT. LOOK AT WHAT IS OCCURRING BEFORE US.
So yeah. THE MANICS. WERE AMAZING. I don't even know how to cope. I'm actually still tearing up a lot and freaking out because it's OVER and I wanted it to go on and on forever. ;_; I just have to start typing, I think.
We got into town a bit after 3 and after some being-turned-around, found our hotel, the Days Inn. I think Minneapolis looks like a pretty nice place. Very cool there this time of year, though. Lugged all our shit up to our room and then hung out for 3 hours, snacking and glamming up and in my case, trying to paint a $10 stretchy black nightdress with the words MANIC STREET PREACHERS 2009 (back) and OH MOMMY WHAT'S A SEX PISTOL? (front). It came out looking kind of shite, but everyone said that was cool, even though the text wrapped around the front and was spaced poorly and generally AWFUL, and I had to put it on while the paint was still wet, but oh well! Proper spirit and all that. I heaped on the black eyeshadow (having forgotten a sharpener for my eyeliner and not had a chance to buy more) and unbraided my hair for super-early-90s waves and tied Chesh's leopard-print scarf round my head once she decided she had too many accessories on. Put on feather earrings and a cross necklace and my sneakers with leopard-print laces and we took the hotel shuttle a mile west to the venue.
The Varsity Theatre is a very nice venue! I think my favorite things about it were 1) no barriers WHATSOEVER between you and the stage, so you could LEAN ON THE STAGE THAT THE MANIC STREET PREACHERS WERE PLAYING ON, 2) loads of people hung out on these raised burgundy platforms covered in burgundy furniture and tables rather than joining the crowd at the stage, and 3) there was only one door in and out of the venue so EVERY TIME the Manics went through it, WE FUCKING SAW THEM.
Aw yeah. That marquee totally says "Manic Street Ppeachers," with a long piece of tape on the second P because SOMEONE didn't have enough letters ready for the Manics! Bitches.
At some point while we were huddled in line, I realized that the muffled music I was hearing was actually, honestly the Manics and not just me making shit up in my excitement. I think everyone else came to the same conclusion at the same time, because we all began to crowd around the windows, which had this decorative wrought iron over the inside preventing us from seeing much. BUT THEN WE SAW. THE MANICS. ON THE STAGE. DOING THEIR SOUNDCHECK. OH MY FUCKING GOD, WE SAW THEM. They did "Motorcycle Emptiness," "Enola/Alone," "If You Tolerate This..." and I think something off the new album like "Marlon JD." I only just saw James sometimes and Nicky rarely, but we stayed by that fucking window, feeling the music through the glass and peeking in every few seconds like retards.
The first Manic I saw coming through the door was Sean. He went out and headed right, and we were to the left of the door. Everyone was on their phone, and I was the only one who saw him of our group, and my head went, "HOLY SHIT SHORTEST MAN IN MINNEAPOLIS AT THIS MOMENT. IT CAN'T BE ANYONE ELSE" and I jumped up and down really fast and landed on Chesh's foot, and she yelped, "Ow! Fuck!" on the phone to her mom, who said, "Language!" I watched Sean walk away, too scared to go bother him ALTHOUGH I SHOULD HAVE BECAUSE HE'S A DICKBAG WHO REFUSES TO TALK TO HIS FANS EVER, and then told everyone that I'd just seen him. Nicky Wire followed a few minutes later, all tall and blonde and walking with some other guy, maybe the keyboardist? And we couldn't approach him, either. So then I stood around, curling my fingers up in Chesh's armwarmers because Minneapolis was FKING COLD that day, and waited to see JDB, even as everyone else was chatting 15 feet away.
Chesh came over finally and a few minutes later, HE STEPPED OUT and spoke to the doorman and then I got up the courage to say, "Hi, James!!" and he looked back at Chesh & me all, "Oh, hey! How you doin'?" and I was like, "Cold!" and he nodded and kept on walking OH MY GOD OH MY GOD JAMES SAID HELLO TO US. I don't even know where the Manics went--to get dinner? Beer? Walk around in the cold like that's fun? Who knows!
We were there for ages--at least an hour went by and we talked to various fans while Alyssa and Janelle gave out their newly-minted fanzine, which you should *Ryan Jarman accent here* ALL check out, by the way, it's VERY good *end NMTB quoting*. A tall guy named Justin chatted with us for a while before going to get a beer at the bar across the way. I noticed a boy with crazy-awesome hair in a black jacket talking to the first group of fans there, and then he came over towards us and we started to talk to him. His name's Matt and he came up from Orlando to see four (!?!?1/1/) shows--Minneapolis, Chicago, Detroit and New York--and had seen the Manics 10 years before when he was 18 and they played in 1999. We ended up hanging out with him the rest of our waiting-time and then following him into the venue and chatting with him during the waiting-tiemz. He told us the opening act, Neko Vega (Niko? Everyone spells it differently, it seems), was good and the singer was cute. And she was, and they weren't bad at all, but I just wanted my trio of Welshmen!
AND THEN
AND THEN
THEY FUCKING HAPPENED.
WHAT THE FUCK I ROCKED OUT SO HARD I SCREAMED I SHOUTED I SANG IT WAS FUCKING TRANSCENDENT IN THERE AND WE WERE RIGHT FUCKING THERE I COULD SEE SALIVA SPRAY FROM JDB'S MOUTH WHEN HE SANG.
Brief highlights:
+ Second song was "No Surface All Feeling" which is incidentally my favorite Manics song along with "Ready For Drowning." I FELT SO EMOTIONAL AND THEN I JUST STARTED CRYING AND OH MY GOD ASDFLKJ. Chesh looked at me and said Matt had a similar expression on his face the whole time, but IDK if he cried. I'm kind of a pussy. Ho. Ly. Shit.
+ Me, a few songs in: "Do 'Umbrella!'"
James, levelling eyes with me: "No. Sorry, but no." *Something about only wanting to play new shit, which is lol considering their setlist was half old shit, but I guess you can only cover Rihanna so many times before it gets old*
+ Nicky Wire jumping like fuck! Holy crap the man can JUMP. Also, every time he smiled/grinned/laughed and when he closed his eyes and looked orgasmic while playing along. Dude is fucking fly on bass, too. I didn't really realize it until I was watching his fingers go.
+ JDB going around in circles with his guitar! At one point, Nicky signalled to him and pointed at the lead and I saw him mouth, "James! Watch your lead!" and I thought that was REALLY CUTE for some reason.
+ JDB and Nicky's Welsh-accented banter, full of bromance. <3
+ "Masses Against The Classes" ACOUSTIC. WHO FUCKING KNEW IT COULD ROCK THAT HARD ACOUSTIC?! JDB KNEW, THAT'S WHO.
+ Me: HEY SEAN!!!!!
Sean: *waves gloved hand, lifts face to crowd for brief moment before going on Not Giving A Fuck*
+ THE SONGS. OH GOD. THE SONGS.
Brief lowlights:
+ God, there was some dickbag with a UK accent of some kind who kept on pushing and moshing near the end of the show and I was getting a bit battered around/afraid for my life, so I turned around at one point, put my hands on this guy's chest and pushed him back firmly, saying, "STOP it!" and he gets all defensive like "OH IT'S A CONCERT I'M SUPPOSED TO BE A DICKBAG." Then this woman who'd been in front of me at the edge of the stage stepped back and ushered me in front of here, saying that she was big enough to take them as she was much taller than me. I thanked her profusely and did enjoy the rest of the show from there, but the English or whatever guy shoved past her and grabbed me by the shoulders all, "HEY DARLIN I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YOU. YOU LIKE THE MANICS?!" and I'm like "Uh... YES?" and he's like, "YEAH MAN ME TOO WE'RE ON THE SAME TEAM. WE'RE ON THE SAME TEAM!" and I think everyone else kind of jostled him back again, but I mean, WTF? Go away, drunken douchefag!
+ THE SHOW DID NOT LAST FOREVER. ;_;
Chesh, me, Matt, Janelle. Matt kinda looks like he's all I AM A PIRATE AND THESE ARE MY WENCHES, but I think he's just holding something. ALSO. IN MY HAND.
IS THE SETLIST.
Once the show ended (JDB: "We don't do encores!"), I dove forward and yelped for a setlist like I've never yelped before. A guy looked at me and seemed like he was gonna give me one, but he didn't, and then Janelle was shoving out further past me and yelling even more and THEY GAVE HER ONE AND SHE GAVE IT TO ME THANK YOU SO MUCH JANELLE IT SERIOUSLY MADE MY FUCKING LIFE.
So there you have the setlist! IT IS AMAZING. I AM GOING TO FRAME IT AND PUT IT ON MY WALL.
AND THEN we were all just like milling about near the bar and suddenly Nicky Wire was just THERE in his little captain's hat and then JDB was just fucking THERE and oh my god. Chesh and Alyssa and Janelle set about giving them all gifts and I thought of the 5-page letter I had in my purse, the one I'd written in the car en route from Iowa City where I said stupid fangirly shit and went on and on about how amazing they are, and I realized I just could not fucking give it to them after seeing that show.
JDB was highly enthusiastic over Chesh's sock-squid (JDB, reading its little tag, "Ah! Just a KID! One of my favorite b-sides!") and then looked in the bag Alyssa & Janelle got him to find XL Hanes T-shirts. JDB: I'm a medium! Everyone: NOOOOOOOOO ;_; JDB: ... I can wear these when I clean house, though! And I'll be having a few burgers by the time I get to New York, so they might fit!
Alyssa announced that her engagement to Janelle was due in no small part to the Manics, and JDB immediately was like, "When's the date?!" and they're like "... uhhh we're broke," and he set in all, "YOU CAN'T NOT SET A DATE. Long engagements, they never last! You've got to get married as soon as possible! best day you'll ever have! There's a huge party, cake, and the wedding night sex... best you'll ever have!" I immediately cracked the fuck up at that because WHAT THE FUCKING HELL JAMES JUST TOLD TWO GIRLS HALF HIS AGE TO HAVE HOT WEDDING NIGHT SEX WHAT THE FUCK. Seriously fucking hilarious shit right there. The man is candid as hell.
Everyone else said Nicky seemed tired and they're probably right, but I was just too, like, OMG WTF NICKY WIRE to really notice. He's so tall! He's so cute! I don't even remember what happened with meeting him that night, now, but hey, have our pictures:
AHHHHHHH HE'S SO SHORT AND WONDERFUL.
AHHHHHH HE'S SO TALL AND AMAZING.
Nicky Wire: totally in love with our Matt. They share an affinity for sports and specifically Brett Favre. Thus ensued several gay jokes at the Wire's expense regarding his love for attractive young men. YOU'RE MARRIED, NICKY WIRE. AND SUCH A HOMO.
James also chatted a while with Matt, which was darling, and Janelle or Alyssa was like, OMG GET A PICTURE OF THEM TALKING, and of course, with my slow-ass camera, by the time I snapped a photo, they'd already turned to me and so this resulted:
LOLS FOREVER.
Me, taking the picture: James! Look a LITTLE happier?
JDB: Mrrgh. :\
Matt: =D!!!!!
Me, feeling a bit bad since James is being photographed every .2 seconds: Sorry! *takes picture anyway*
So after JDB and the Wire finally escaped us, we bundled up and went with Matt outside. Turns out he was staying at our hotel, too, so we all shared a cab-van back that Matt sweetly paid for. I'm pretty sure the driver thought we were insane because we were having a conversation about how gay Wire was for Matt and how JDB was lauding marital sex.
We didn't end up going to bed until around 3 AM because we hung out with Matt for hours, first in his room, where he grabbed my photos off my memory card, and then in our room, where we learned he loves '90s U2 best and has great taste in basically everything. I called the pizza place advertised in the hotel rooms and bought us all these amazing pizzas INCLUDING MASHED POTATO PIZZA. Yeah, you read that shit right--it was pretty much divine. I don't know who thought that up, but it's worthy of some kind of culinary accolades for sure.
Janelle and Alyssa tired out and we said goodnight to Matt after exchanging contact information with him. The next morning, after our paltry four hours of sleep, we had complimentary breakfast and dragged ourselves down to the rainy hateful morning to check out, where we saw ... Matt! He was checking out way earlier than expected due to some flight mixups, and I wished that we had had room in Janelle's car for him and his shit because he was seriously worried he'd miss his flight to Chicago and that night's Manics show.
We drove for a very long and boring for 7 hours--I should say that Janelle did, and she's a fucking superheroine for doing it, because Wisconin's BORING as shit--and I tried hard to sleep in the car to no avail. I learned through several text messages that Matt made it to Chicago sooner than we did and we planned to meet at that night's show again.
Chicago's going to have to wait for another entry, where I'll discuss Sean Moore being an asshole, Chesh being ignored by JDB, how fucking gay the Manics are and the sheer cuteness of NewRichey!! I've got to go print a shitty poem and get 4 hours' sleep before class today. X(
FOR MORE FUN, CHECK OUT CHESH'S FIRST AND SECOND ENTRIES. I'D LINK YOU TO JANELLE'S BUT IT'S SEKRET. OMG MANICS!!!! <3 <3 <3
J.