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So yesterday was the best worst day ever.
Here goes... Many of you know that my mom is just a giant cow and will rarely do shit. So once the Nickelback tickets got to her house, instead of dropping them off she decided to mail them to my Dads. Interesting. But not really an issue, or at least that was what I thought until yesterday. I was supposed to get a drive to go and pick them up but for reasons that I will leave unknown it didn't happen. Which isn't really what I cared about. But it would have been nice to know this before almost 3 when I still had to get a shower and put my clothes in the dryer. So, after much running around like a chicken with my head cut off, Jade and I decided to go together pick up the tickets and make our way to the concert, which just a point, started at 6.
After getting to my Dads at 5:30 we realized that there was absolutely no way that we could make it to the concert on time. But as long as we didn't miss Daughtry we didn't really care. After leaving my Dads he decided to throw me a water bottle. Now I was only about 15 feet away, but it didn't land very well and, well, it basically felt like I broke my hand right off. But we continued to rush for the bus so that we wouldn't miss it. And we didn't, we just just made it.
We decided that since there was no way we were going to get there on time, we would get something to eat at South Keys and then get a cab to the Stadium. *OMFG I think you need a University degree to work at McDicks* These people were so god damn stupid, we waited in line for over ten minutes. But we got what we went there for and left to get the cab who was waiting outside.
This cab driver was like the shit. A: He let us smoke in the cab. B: We noticed a stupid little barbie slut driving a Tiburon and we were trying to figure out how it was possible that she was driving that car. So he sits there and tells that he he works like 24/7 and could never a car like that. And starts going on about it. Pretty funny shit, probably had to be there, but still funny shit. C: He decided to tell us how he had a guy smoking a crack pipe in his car. Of course by now we have been stuck in traffic for almost 45 minutes and it wad almost 7. Not to mention that on the tickets themselves it said that it started at 5, which I figured was the time that the gates would open. *Makes sense, sort of*
We finally got there, jumping out of the cab in the middle of traffice, like $32 later. Totally worth it though. And as we got there Puddle of Mudd was playing. So I think it was pretty good timing. So we manage to make our way on the field, sit have a smoke, and then slowly squeezed through to get more towards the front. Which actually wasn't as difficult as I had thought it would have been. But of course we had to get stuck behind A: A really tall mofo, that just wouldn't move and B: A stupid cow that ALWAYS got in the way, and thought she was special.
But all in all, the concert effing rocked. I mean, being outside for a concert is something that I haven't really done. Most of them were at Scotiabank, or as we "older people" know it, Corel Centre, or even Palladium. *OK, side note, they really need to stop changing the freakin name of that place*
I have so many good pics and so many good videos, all in all I think the only words I have for the night are GAWD DAMN!!!! Even though I can't hear out of my right ear and can barely talk, that's what it's all about.
After the concert we stumbled, LITERALLY STUMBLED, to the bus stop, made our way to Hurdman, walked across the feild and did two very interesting things. Initially we started to go there to smoke, but we ended coming back after smoking and poppin a squat. There was no way either of us was going to make it all the back.
GOOD TIMES! GOOD FUCKING TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!