1 week to go
Hello all, well I'm Island bound one week from today. Jordans coming with me for all you that havn't seen him in 8 years or so. Looking forward to all the visiting, drunken stupidity, wedding, and that sweet sweet ocean air. So if you're reading this, then I will probably see ya reall soon, and annoying the hell outta you shortly thereafter. HA!
Anyway, went to that Sounds of the Underground tour a couple weeks back, and all I can say is Goddamn my ears hurt. 11 hours of crazy metal is almost too much, I said almost. GWAR was sick as usuall, this time I actually sat back and watched their show, what a bunch of drepraved, sick twisted Mofo's! No wonder I love those guys. Ok, one shitty thing that happened was the meet and greet with Chamaira (Wicked Band) before they played their set. I wanted to buy a shirt anyway, so I went to buy while they were meeting people at their Merch booth. To my suprise, it was the lead singer I met and he sold me the shirt. Here's the bullshit part. Fucking Guy ripped me off! Bloody asshole took my cash for the shirt, but didn't give me my change back, I mean it was only 5 bucks, but I mean, c'mon man, you're a freaking rock star, did ya really have to Jack me for my beer money??? CRAPDAMNHELL.
Back to GWAR, so to end their set, GWAR brought the lead singer of Chamaira (Mark Hunter) up on stage and they forced him to give Oderous a blow job! it was fucking priceless, I was lovin it, Take that you money jackin cocksmoker!
Anyway, the show was great, it was reall fun playing "can you catch me?" with the security gaurds all night (we had seat tickets, so we kept rushing the floor in between beer breaks). It was cool seeing Clutch, wicked Jam band although they really didn't fit into the lineup.
So I went to this whole thing with my brother and my roomate (who got a mohawk), and they had enough after 8 and a half hours or so (besides the fact that the roomate was dRunK as Hell) so they left to go to the fair happening right outside the Arena. He was so tanked apparently, they wouldn't even let him onto the fairgrounds. Then he fell down, man get that shit in check.
So they went home, I was still in the concert hitting on the chick selling Gwar stuff. All fine and dandy. I get home and find that my dear little brother has just kicked the shit outta my roomate, goddamn blood and broken glass everywhere. Well the roomate gotta hell of a shiner (see above). And a good time was had by all. funny funny shit.
Think I might go to that Gigantatour(Megadeth, Anthrax, others) next month, see how that pans out.
There's alot more stupid crap I could write about, but I've gotta save some stories for the grandkids.
See ya all soon!