Some sort of homeless werewolf *
Oh yeah, I forgot to post that also on Friday we went to see the Aquabats, which was fun. They wouldn't let me take my camera in, because I guess the Avalon are jerks about that or something. They tried to blame it on the bands, but unless it was one of the opening acts who made the edict, I think they were lying. I'd never had this problem at the previous venue the Aquabats always got. Well, I don't know! Anyhow, it was fun. Not taking pictures really changes the experience of a show. I kind of bopped around like an idiot, because I don't know how to do much else. Also I was between BJ and Kelli, so they sort of cancelled each other out as environment indicators (BJ is very energetic). There was a girl in front of us who was pretty much peanuts-dancing (side-to-side variety) except when she thrust her arms up triumphantly at Giant Robot Birdhead, which was really cute.
Also there was a 10-year-old kid there with her parents, who didn't seem to know what to make of it all. There was a part where Crash McLarson was pitching under-13s bodily into the pit so that they could crowd-surf briefly (which is awesome), and the circle-skankin' teeners near us decided that the kid needed to be championed to the band so that she could be thrown too. They pointed at her and shouted in unison TEN YEARS OLD! TEN YEARS OLD! but she and they were inaudible way in the back and also, seriously. What were they going to do, pass her up to the stage like a pool toy?
So then they tried to console her in her perceived state of rejection by drawing her into the circle, which she bore for a few revolutions and then broke away from, back to her parents. She looked up at her mom, shrugged, and turned back to the stage.
* A description of one of the Aquabats' enemies.
Also there was a 10-year-old kid there with her parents, who didn't seem to know what to make of it all. There was a part where Crash McLarson was pitching under-13s bodily into the pit so that they could crowd-surf briefly (which is awesome), and the circle-skankin' teeners near us decided that the kid needed to be championed to the band so that she could be thrown too. They pointed at her and shouted in unison TEN YEARS OLD! TEN YEARS OLD! but she and they were inaudible way in the back and also, seriously. What were they going to do, pass her up to the stage like a pool toy?
So then they tried to console her in her perceived state of rejection by drawing her into the circle, which she bore for a few revolutions and then broke away from, back to her parents. She looked up at her mom, shrugged, and turned back to the stage.
* A description of one of the Aquabats' enemies.