Model of a Good Weekend
Stick a fork in me, I'm DONE.
So. Good news, good news, good news and some more good news. I went to the Rancid & Aquabats show, twice (snuck in for free the second time.)
Some highlights:
Meeting a lot of hot mohawk boys. United by incredibly long and sexy mohawks (I didn't talk to the PLAIN mohawks & I was the only girl with a long one), several hot boys and myself had a fabulous time playfighting and acting in ways that my friends describe as flirtatious, and I describe as "a whole lot of semi-platonic fun!" Cam, Craig, Matt, Owen and a couple others whose names escape me: I go to concerts to meet people like you (well, and to be part of the rockin' live intense experience, but yeah.) <3 One specific hot mohawk boy and myself ended up having a lot of sloppy drunken makeouts (both nights) which was tres fun. I freely admit that I would pick a hug from MCBC over a hot mohawk boy, though.
Seeing the Aquabats TWICE. Went to see them, saw them twice. They played slightly different shows both times and I was second row and front row on Thursday and Friday respectively. It was fabulous and everything I wished it was. They opened with Fashion Zombies and only played a very short show both times, but it was all good and fabulous.
Seeing Rancid TWICE. Rancid also being a decent band, it was pretty sweet to see them twice over. Different setlists each night but they played my two favorites both times. Didn't play Brad Logan, sadly. Didn't play many of their older songs.
Cheap merchandise! Got an Aquabats t-shirt and a Rancid t-shirt for a total of $30-- pretty good for a concert. The Rancid t-shirt says "Maxwell Murders" which is fabulous since I quite fancy that song.
Good story: There's this pair of scene kids outside taking a smoke break and I sit down beside them as they're talking. I interject some rude comment since they are stupid scemo kids and I feel like being a bitch to them. The guy looks over and is like "*stupid hazy scene boy face* Hey, I know you..." in an extremely nasal voice.
I'm like, "Yeah, well, I get around." And he's like "I remember now! I met you at a beach party!" and I start laughing because I know where this is going. "You punched my friend in the face!"
So I say, "Yeah, well, he called my friend fat and deserved it for being a fucking cockface." And then his friend is like, "OHMIGOD, SHE'S the girl who punched Chase!?" and I'm just laughing my ass off now and make some faux-macho comment like "Yeah, you want to start shit about it? Cause I'll punch you too if you want." It was glorious. Apparently I'm infamous among the scene kids. Infamous.
Truly fabulous things! I met MC Bat Commander!!! After the Aquabats show I ran outside and around back of the Croatian Cultural Center, crazy excited to meet the band. They weren't outside yet as they had JUST walked off stage. I saw this guy sitting by the doors to the backstage and mistook him for my friend, so I called out to him. Well, he wasn't my friend, but he was waiting for the Aquabats, so why not come sit with him? Okay, sure. I was in a really good mood and super-excited, plus somewhat buzzed.
Our Conversation!
Me: "Shane?"
Him: "No."
Me: "Well... what are you doing?"
Him: "Waiting for the Aquabats."
Me: "Oh, me too!" *runs over*
Him: "Sit down, then." *pats ground beside him*
Me: "Okay, but don't try and touch me in any funny places or I'll have to punch you in the face."
Him: "No worries."
We started talking about something idly, I think I asked if they had come out yet and such. Then one of them did come out, and he starts talking to the guy I'm sitting with, and in the light coming out of the door I see the guy's face, and he has this moustache drawn on... and I'm like, hoooly crap. It's MC Bat Commander.
So I say "oh my god." like five times and he looks really embarrassed and the other guy makes a joke about him being a fake. When I stopped being a dumb floozy, I asked for a signature on the CD I brought to the show. He said he would but he didn't have a pen, and he was worried if he brought me backstage I'd get kicked out. But eventually he takes me in, behind the crowd-fence (and people around the fence are looking at him and being all like "WOAZ MC BAT COMMANDER!! HI FIVES?!") and starts asking around for a pen or a sharpie. No one has one and he walks away to give some dude a high five and I almost got kicked out by security (but I gestured towards MCBC and held up my CD around and he seemed to get the idea.) Eventually someone lent him a sharpie, and he drew a little sea-serpent type thing on my CD + signed it. It is the cutest thing I have ever seen. Here is a scanned picture of it in all its glory.
Blissed out to the max I ask him for a hug and he of course obliges. I am just totally ecstatic and say thank you like a hundred times, then pick him up while hugging him (of course. That's my thing-- picking up favorite musicians :P). "Wow, you're strong!" he says. Cue me being a silly girl, more thanking, and then running and hopping the crowd fence to go show off my newly signed CD. GOSH I am so happy about that. Seriously. SO HAPPY. After that I couldn't brag about how he pointed to me during "Look At Me! (I'm A Winner)" because it was nothing compared to hugs and signatures. I told so many random people around the show about it. They chuckled, mostly.
Got interviewed for some documentary about girl punks (I was really drunk and totally agreed to it, haha) or somethin'. It was cool. Gilly and Megan were interviewed too of course.
Uhh... well, that hardly even scratches the surface of how fun it was, but I don't imagine you have the time to read that and I'm kind of bored of talking about it!
Other than that, I got my bridge done yesterday and it WAS fabulous, although it's going crooked already (FUCK. -$63.) It's okay I guess. Maybe I will be happier with it later. The guy who did it at Adrenaline was super nice and strangely enough the brother of the singer of The Rebel Spell (who I saw on Thursday since they opened for the Aquabats & Rancid). I brought my own jewelry and it takes an hour and a half to autoclave it so we had a lot of time to blow and saw this weird interpretive dance thing which was gross and religious. Then we went and spent ages looking for a friggin' boot. It took far too long, but eventually I kicked a wall and yelled "FUCK" and these guys who just came out of the store asked, "Hey, you girls need a boot?" Convenience at its finest! Then we were back JUST in time for my jewelry to finish in the autoclave and I got my bridge done and we went to a party.
Got there just as it was getting busted so we ended up kinda doing our own thing. Saw everybody briefly and got to enjoy Miles' stupidity! Lines such as:
"Jodee, when did YOU get skinny?"
Closely followed by, "It must be from fucking so much. Fucking makes you real skinny. It's like hard exercise." (you have no idea how out of place that comment is. everybody and their gramma knows I don't fuck.)
"You all have sex appeal, in your own ways."
Closely followed by, "Does anybody want to give me some of their booze? Just a sip?"
"You and your 27 inch mohawk. It was only 22 inches last time I saw you."
"You know, you used to be smart." (after Gillian poured booze on his crotch)
And some comment about my bridge piercing. I saw him for all of ten minutes and he already said enough stupid things to last a whole weekend. Miles = a joke. Hee.
There are two things that upset me about this weekend. One, I didn't get any sex from the hot mohawk boy (he promised but couldn't deliver, ala erectile dysfunction if you will believe my horrendous misfortune. "It's only happened once before I swear") and two, it's over. I want to see Rancid and the Aquabats AGAIN. Even though I already got to see them twice in a row, hee hee hee. I thought going to the second show would cure my post-show "gosh I want to see them again!" syndrome, but... it didn't.
Now Rancid music makes me feel all sad and nostalgic.
So. Good news, good news, good news and some more good news. I went to the Rancid & Aquabats show, twice (snuck in for free the second time.)
Some highlights:
Meeting a lot of hot mohawk boys. United by incredibly long and sexy mohawks (I didn't talk to the PLAIN mohawks & I was the only girl with a long one), several hot boys and myself had a fabulous time playfighting and acting in ways that my friends describe as flirtatious, and I describe as "a whole lot of semi-platonic fun!" Cam, Craig, Matt, Owen and a couple others whose names escape me: I go to concerts to meet people like you (well, and to be part of the rockin' live intense experience, but yeah.) <3 One specific hot mohawk boy and myself ended up having a lot of sloppy drunken makeouts (both nights) which was tres fun. I freely admit that I would pick a hug from MCBC over a hot mohawk boy, though.
Seeing the Aquabats TWICE. Went to see them, saw them twice. They played slightly different shows both times and I was second row and front row on Thursday and Friday respectively. It was fabulous and everything I wished it was. They opened with Fashion Zombies and only played a very short show both times, but it was all good and fabulous.
Seeing Rancid TWICE. Rancid also being a decent band, it was pretty sweet to see them twice over. Different setlists each night but they played my two favorites both times. Didn't play Brad Logan, sadly. Didn't play many of their older songs.
Cheap merchandise! Got an Aquabats t-shirt and a Rancid t-shirt for a total of $30-- pretty good for a concert. The Rancid t-shirt says "Maxwell Murders" which is fabulous since I quite fancy that song.
Good story: There's this pair of scene kids outside taking a smoke break and I sit down beside them as they're talking. I interject some rude comment since they are stupid scemo kids and I feel like being a bitch to them. The guy looks over and is like "*stupid hazy scene boy face* Hey, I know you..." in an extremely nasal voice.
I'm like, "Yeah, well, I get around." And he's like "I remember now! I met you at a beach party!" and I start laughing because I know where this is going. "You punched my friend in the face!"
So I say, "Yeah, well, he called my friend fat and deserved it for being a fucking cockface." And then his friend is like, "OHMIGOD, SHE'S the girl who punched Chase!?" and I'm just laughing my ass off now and make some faux-macho comment like "Yeah, you want to start shit about it? Cause I'll punch you too if you want." It was glorious. Apparently I'm infamous among the scene kids. Infamous.
Truly fabulous things! I met MC Bat Commander!!! After the Aquabats show I ran outside and around back of the Croatian Cultural Center, crazy excited to meet the band. They weren't outside yet as they had JUST walked off stage. I saw this guy sitting by the doors to the backstage and mistook him for my friend, so I called out to him. Well, he wasn't my friend, but he was waiting for the Aquabats, so why not come sit with him? Okay, sure. I was in a really good mood and super-excited, plus somewhat buzzed.
Our Conversation!
Me: "Shane?"
Him: "No."
Me: "Well... what are you doing?"
Him: "Waiting for the Aquabats."
Me: "Oh, me too!" *runs over*
Him: "Sit down, then." *pats ground beside him*
Me: "Okay, but don't try and touch me in any funny places or I'll have to punch you in the face."
Him: "No worries."
We started talking about something idly, I think I asked if they had come out yet and such. Then one of them did come out, and he starts talking to the guy I'm sitting with, and in the light coming out of the door I see the guy's face, and he has this moustache drawn on... and I'm like, hoooly crap. It's MC Bat Commander.
So I say "oh my god." like five times and he looks really embarrassed and the other guy makes a joke about him being a fake. When I stopped being a dumb floozy, I asked for a signature on the CD I brought to the show. He said he would but he didn't have a pen, and he was worried if he brought me backstage I'd get kicked out. But eventually he takes me in, behind the crowd-fence (and people around the fence are looking at him and being all like "WOAZ MC BAT COMMANDER!! HI FIVES?!") and starts asking around for a pen or a sharpie. No one has one and he walks away to give some dude a high five and I almost got kicked out by security (but I gestured towards MCBC and held up my CD around and he seemed to get the idea.) Eventually someone lent him a sharpie, and he drew a little sea-serpent type thing on my CD + signed it. It is the cutest thing I have ever seen. Here is a scanned picture of it in all its glory.
Blissed out to the max I ask him for a hug and he of course obliges. I am just totally ecstatic and say thank you like a hundred times, then pick him up while hugging him (of course. That's my thing-- picking up favorite musicians :P). "Wow, you're strong!" he says. Cue me being a silly girl, more thanking, and then running and hopping the crowd fence to go show off my newly signed CD. GOSH I am so happy about that. Seriously. SO HAPPY. After that I couldn't brag about how he pointed to me during "Look At Me! (I'm A Winner)" because it was nothing compared to hugs and signatures. I told so many random people around the show about it. They chuckled, mostly.
Got interviewed for some documentary about girl punks (I was really drunk and totally agreed to it, haha) or somethin'. It was cool. Gilly and Megan were interviewed too of course.
Uhh... well, that hardly even scratches the surface of how fun it was, but I don't imagine you have the time to read that and I'm kind of bored of talking about it!
Other than that, I got my bridge done yesterday and it WAS fabulous, although it's going crooked already (FUCK. -$63.) It's okay I guess. Maybe I will be happier with it later. The guy who did it at Adrenaline was super nice and strangely enough the brother of the singer of The Rebel Spell (who I saw on Thursday since they opened for the Aquabats & Rancid). I brought my own jewelry and it takes an hour and a half to autoclave it so we had a lot of time to blow and saw this weird interpretive dance thing which was gross and religious. Then we went and spent ages looking for a friggin' boot. It took far too long, but eventually I kicked a wall and yelled "FUCK" and these guys who just came out of the store asked, "Hey, you girls need a boot?" Convenience at its finest! Then we were back JUST in time for my jewelry to finish in the autoclave and I got my bridge done and we went to a party.
Got there just as it was getting busted so we ended up kinda doing our own thing. Saw everybody briefly and got to enjoy Miles' stupidity! Lines such as:
"Jodee, when did YOU get skinny?"
Closely followed by, "It must be from fucking so much. Fucking makes you real skinny. It's like hard exercise." (you have no idea how out of place that comment is. everybody and their gramma knows I don't fuck.)
"You all have sex appeal, in your own ways."
Closely followed by, "Does anybody want to give me some of their booze? Just a sip?"
"You and your 27 inch mohawk. It was only 22 inches last time I saw you."
"You know, you used to be smart." (after Gillian poured booze on his crotch)
And some comment about my bridge piercing. I saw him for all of ten minutes and he already said enough stupid things to last a whole weekend. Miles = a joke. Hee.
There are two things that upset me about this weekend. One, I didn't get any sex from the hot mohawk boy (he promised but couldn't deliver, ala erectile dysfunction if you will believe my horrendous misfortune. "It's only happened once before I swear") and two, it's over. I want to see Rancid and the Aquabats AGAIN. Even though I already got to see them twice in a row, hee hee hee. I thought going to the second show would cure my post-show "gosh I want to see them again!" syndrome, but... it didn't.
Now Rancid music makes me feel all sad and nostalgic.