Rock Concert
Joel Plaskett, Matt Mayes, The Trews.
WELL. Potential for a very good night, but it basically ended up being fucking shitty.
Summary for those that don't care to read:
1) Puterbook's motherboard is fried, but it's covered by waranty. Basically the only good thing I found out about tonight. Gets shipped out Monday.
2) My glasses are fucked. They were knocked off by people crowdsurfing, then subsequently crushed. Scratched pretty nicely. 99% sure nothing's covered by insurance there.
3) Concerts are not my scene, and I won't be going to one for awhile.
So, basically, the story starts out okay. We were doing chem, skipped some guy and Jimmy Rankin playing, went to get pizza, were meeting up with Gill Forbes (we = Willem, myself, and Justin). Commence it going downhill.
Gill's on her way, but taking forever. She tried to take a bus, and the busses were retarded tonight. And I told her that, as we found out earlier. Whatev.
They bought three Colt 45's (for people not in the know, basically over a litre of the shittiest beer you could ever buy, for under $6, sometimes under $5). They assumed, despite me telling them that I was NOT going to be drinking, that I would. Funny story.
So, back alley, basically, drinking on the street. Great. Met up with Gill, we went down the concert.
Ridic amount of people. Eventually we got in, and met up with other DISPers. Things are looking better. Crowded, but good.
Things start getting more crazy when Matt Mayes is up. Crowdsurfing starts, people start shoving, etc. I start paying less attention to the concert, and more attention to not having my head knocked off.
A crowdsurfer knocks my glasses off. Onto the concrete ground they fall, crunch crunch crunch beneath the feet of way too many people. Sharp drop in mood.
Find out during The Trews that our (Justin's and my) bags were gone through. I had nothing of value in there, but Justin had both his hat, and Kaitlin MacMillan's (group 7 d00d) purse. Purse was gone. Drop #2.
I was fairly concerned for Willem/everyone I knew around me. Willem's so tall, that someone could easily just knock his head right off/snap his neck if they were thrown at him.
Basically, I inhaled far too much second hand smoke/marijuana for to be even remotely good for me.
I now have to finish the chem assignment.
And I have to be at a lab for 8:30 tomorrow morning. That is 7 hours away, in 5 minutes.
FUCK.
P.S. I should also add that I frequently had to hold myself back from lashing out and punching at the crowdsurfers. I started shoving everytime I started getting separated from the rest of them.
P.P.S. Hearing loss ftl.
WELL. Potential for a very good night, but it basically ended up being fucking shitty.
Summary for those that don't care to read:
1) Puterbook's motherboard is fried, but it's covered by waranty. Basically the only good thing I found out about tonight. Gets shipped out Monday.
2) My glasses are fucked. They were knocked off by people crowdsurfing, then subsequently crushed. Scratched pretty nicely. 99% sure nothing's covered by insurance there.
3) Concerts are not my scene, and I won't be going to one for awhile.
So, basically, the story starts out okay. We were doing chem, skipped some guy and Jimmy Rankin playing, went to get pizza, were meeting up with Gill Forbes (we = Willem, myself, and Justin). Commence it going downhill.
Gill's on her way, but taking forever. She tried to take a bus, and the busses were retarded tonight. And I told her that, as we found out earlier. Whatev.
They bought three Colt 45's (for people not in the know, basically over a litre of the shittiest beer you could ever buy, for under $6, sometimes under $5). They assumed, despite me telling them that I was NOT going to be drinking, that I would. Funny story.
So, back alley, basically, drinking on the street. Great. Met up with Gill, we went down the concert.
Ridic amount of people. Eventually we got in, and met up with other DISPers. Things are looking better. Crowded, but good.
Things start getting more crazy when Matt Mayes is up. Crowdsurfing starts, people start shoving, etc. I start paying less attention to the concert, and more attention to not having my head knocked off.
A crowdsurfer knocks my glasses off. Onto the concrete ground they fall, crunch crunch crunch beneath the feet of way too many people. Sharp drop in mood.
Find out during The Trews that our (Justin's and my) bags were gone through. I had nothing of value in there, but Justin had both his hat, and Kaitlin MacMillan's (group 7 d00d) purse. Purse was gone. Drop #2.
I was fairly concerned for Willem/everyone I knew around me. Willem's so tall, that someone could easily just knock his head right off/snap his neck if they were thrown at him.
Basically, I inhaled far too much second hand smoke/marijuana for to be even remotely good for me.
I now have to finish the chem assignment.
And I have to be at a lab for 8:30 tomorrow morning. That is 7 hours away, in 5 minutes.
FUCK.
P.S. I should also add that I frequently had to hold myself back from lashing out and punching at the crowdsurfers. I started shoving everytime I started getting separated from the rest of them.
P.P.S. Hearing loss ftl.