Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me.
Monday. I...they...*squeak* It's starting to sink in. Every time I drive by the Tacoma Dome (which is more often than you'd think), I read the board and I can't help but squeak and shiver with antici...pation. Um, oi. It's all I can do not to jump around in circles, giggling like a dope.
*jumps around in circles, giggling like a dope*
Okay, that's enough of that.
The Mom and I were talking, and she says she wishes I wasn't going to a concert by myself. Praytell why? "People do stupid things at concerts". Ah, yes. Of course they do. But that doesn't mean I'm going to. She knows that, but she worries about other people being...well, other people. Meh. I figure the most I'm going to have to worry about is getting wailed on by moshers. But I can live with that. Moshing is just an incidental hazard. And I'm not afraid to shove people as hard as they shove me.
By the way, The Mom's most memorable concert was AC/DC in the '70s. Rock.
She asked me when I bought my ticket. I couldn't remember. It had to have been sometime in early August. "Is it sold out now? It has to be." Yes, indeed. It sold out in a matter of hours, as a matter of fact. She was not surprised. I told her about a friend of mine online (she knows who she is) and how she was planning to come out here to see it with a couple of her friends, but last I heard she wasn't sure she'd make it.
The Mom:
And the show's in four days? So what, the Green Day Fairy is going to magically appear?
Cat:
(laughing hysterically)
The Mom:
No, seriously! "I'm the Green Day Fairy, and I'm here to help all true Green Day fans get to every show they wish to see!" *makes wand-tapping motion*
Cat:
(still laughing) Oh, man. There should be a Green Day Fairy.
The Mom:
If there was, I'd never see you again.
Cat:
*snerk* At least not in touring seasons.
The Mom and I seem to talk about the boys fairly often. She's been enabling my addiction for years.
Cat:
I told a bunch of people about when you said you can't even picture my life without them, and they were all, "Oh my god, that's so sweet!"
The Mom:
Well, it's true. They've always been there. They're like your teddy bear.
Cat:
Aww!
The Mom:
It's a comfort thing, besides just being a fan. You're like their Number One fan. Other mothers would say, "My kid has a teddy bear." And I'd say, "Yeah, my daughter has a rock band."
Cat:
(laughs) You did not.
The Mom:
You want to bet?
If I'm making this stuff up, may lightning strike me. I don't remember it word-for-word down to the letter, but every conversation The Mom and I have about Green Day always sticks in my head. Mostly because she often says some really hilarious things about them.
Jeez. Monday. I don't even know what to think right now. For the first time ever in my life, I'm wondering, "What am I going to wear...?" I'm terribly excited, but I don't want to completely geek out just yet. You know, the ol' paranoia rearing its ugly, twitchy head. I almost don't want it to be here yet. But I do, oh, I do. I can wait, but I can't wait. Shakey and jittery and...that may partly be the coffee talking. But last I noticed, coffee doesn't make your legs weak and your inner fangirl bounce around in circles. Oi. Monday. The show is on Monday.
This is going to wreck me. In the most wonderful way.
*jumps around in circles, giggling like a dope*
Okay, that's enough of that.
The Mom and I were talking, and she says she wishes I wasn't going to a concert by myself. Praytell why? "People do stupid things at concerts". Ah, yes. Of course they do. But that doesn't mean I'm going to. She knows that, but she worries about other people being...well, other people. Meh. I figure the most I'm going to have to worry about is getting wailed on by moshers. But I can live with that. Moshing is just an incidental hazard. And I'm not afraid to shove people as hard as they shove me.
By the way, The Mom's most memorable concert was AC/DC in the '70s. Rock.
She asked me when I bought my ticket. I couldn't remember. It had to have been sometime in early August. "Is it sold out now? It has to be." Yes, indeed. It sold out in a matter of hours, as a matter of fact. She was not surprised. I told her about a friend of mine online (she knows who she is) and how she was planning to come out here to see it with a couple of her friends, but last I heard she wasn't sure she'd make it.
The Mom:
And the show's in four days? So what, the Green Day Fairy is going to magically appear?
Cat:
(laughing hysterically)
The Mom:
No, seriously! "I'm the Green Day Fairy, and I'm here to help all true Green Day fans get to every show they wish to see!" *makes wand-tapping motion*
Cat:
(still laughing) Oh, man. There should be a Green Day Fairy.
The Mom:
If there was, I'd never see you again.
Cat:
*snerk* At least not in touring seasons.
The Mom and I seem to talk about the boys fairly often. She's been enabling my addiction for years.
Cat:
I told a bunch of people about when you said you can't even picture my life without them, and they were all, "Oh my god, that's so sweet!"
The Mom:
Well, it's true. They've always been there. They're like your teddy bear.
Cat:
Aww!
The Mom:
It's a comfort thing, besides just being a fan. You're like their Number One fan. Other mothers would say, "My kid has a teddy bear." And I'd say, "Yeah, my daughter has a rock band."
Cat:
(laughs) You did not.
The Mom:
You want to bet?
If I'm making this stuff up, may lightning strike me. I don't remember it word-for-word down to the letter, but every conversation The Mom and I have about Green Day always sticks in my head. Mostly because she often says some really hilarious things about them.
Jeez. Monday. I don't even know what to think right now. For the first time ever in my life, I'm wondering, "What am I going to wear...?" I'm terribly excited, but I don't want to completely geek out just yet. You know, the ol' paranoia rearing its ugly, twitchy head. I almost don't want it to be here yet. But I do, oh, I do. I can wait, but I can't wait. Shakey and jittery and...that may partly be the coffee talking. But last I noticed, coffee doesn't make your legs weak and your inner fangirl bounce around in circles. Oi. Monday. The show is on Monday.
This is going to wreck me. In the most wonderful way.