Happy 21st birthday, Conrad..... by the way, fuck you too.
As some of you may know, yesterday was my 21st birthday. I had been planning to see built to spill in hollywood for quite some time and then go with my closer friends to hollywood and hit the bars after the show. Also, most of you know I like to life my life as bullshit-free as possible. And now that I'm 21, and as much of a legal adult as one can be, I thought it would be much easier for me to stay away from bullshit, being that most people in my life are adults and probably feel the same way. So the show/hollywood barhopping trip went on as planned..... well, almost. Here's what happened:
My check from lobster bounced, so I currently owe my bank about 500 dollars. I hadn't bought my ticket yet, but by this time, a lot of people had bailed on the built to spill show either because they had class or tests or work the next day, because it was too expensive, or shit just fell through. It definitely looked like it was a bad idea to go to the show, so upon finding out I had no money, I called ashley to tell her I was calling it off. She was really nice about it, she said she'd buy me a ticket as a birthday present just so I could go, so of course I ended up going. This was definitely a very nice move on her part, and she's one of the greatest girls ever, so after this, I vowed to just take her out one lovely night and treat her like a queen. Of course, I didn't tell her that, though. Anyway, the only people left coming along were ashley, some of her friends who wanted to go, and kurt. Kurt ended up bailing because he, bryan elder and I ended up going out the night before, so he was burnt out. So I ended up inviting my friend brian, who I hadn't seen in a while, and who I knew was a big built to spill fan.
Ashley was driving, and I obviously couldn't drive, but there was no room in the car for brian. To refrain from taking two cars, I took one for the team and volunteered to go in the trunk. I wanted to leave around 5 because LA traffic is always a bitch, and the show was supposed to start at 8:30. Of course, we needed to get there soon so that brian could get a ticket. Ashley ended up telling me ON THE DAY OF THE SHOW that she had a lab from 6 to 9, and would only actually get out of it at around 7:30. Okay, a little delay, no worries. We'd still get there by 9. 7:30, ashley's still in lab. 8, ashley's getting out. 8:30, ashley's roommates are getting ready. 9, ashley asks her to come to her house. We left a little before 9:30. Takes kind of a while to get there, find the place, park, and get in. So we only ended up getting to hollywood a little after 11. We thought it was all cool, we could catch most of built to spill, since most shows end at 12 or sometimes later, I suppose... We get there, and they have 5 minutes left. It was okay, at least we got to see them play carry the zero and the plan, but it was really a fuckin disappointment. I was so stoked on doing this, I was gonna be with ashley, we'd get to watch built to spill, and they'd play car, and that's our favorite song, bla bla bla.... nope. 5 minutes. Most expensive 5 minutes ever.
So we went to the clubs, and their friend jarrod bought me a bunch of drinks, really really cool guy... he might have been in a frat, I don't know, but didn't come off as that kind of guy at all, just really chill, good taste in music, and a nice guy. It was really cool of him to buy me drinks and he didn't even know me. Brian bought me drinks too, that was cool of him. Club-hopping was somewhat fun, but I could sense some tension between brian and one of ashley's roommates. Bad for business. About half an hour later, gabby (the roommate) says "don't ever get your buddy near me again." Whatever, she had been pissing me off all night, so I obviously wouldn't take anything she says seriously at this point. From here on, I had been drinking (no shit) and it was time for us to get back to santa barbara. The entire car ride, gabby wouldn't shut up and stop insulting brian, and brian just kept it going. She even hit me and said "why the fuck did you bring your friend?!?" Uhh... because it's my birthday? Very nice. She had been threatening to throw brian out of the car all night, and by the time we were in ventura, I (yes, I, Conrad) was BEGGING for amanda (ashley's other roommate ) to stop the car so I could get out and crash at my friend's house in ventura. I was seriously so sick of everyone's bullshit that I just had to yell it out. And it doesn't take much to piss me off, either. I couldn't believe how shitty this night was, and how ashley had dragged these people along that I didn't even know and would do nothing but cause problems (except jarrod). By the time I got home, I was so mad at the entire situation and what had been happening throughout the day that all I did was get out of the car and walk home. I didn't even let anyone talk to me and I didn't even talk to anyone. When people tried to hug me, I just lifted my hands up and kept walking. This was my 21st birthday, the week leading up to it was the worst week ever, and this was the worst 21st birthday it could have been. I said it last night and I'll say it now... after this night, I will never speak with ashley or any of her friends again. The sad part is... I liked ashley, I really did. I thought she was a great girl and I was on the brink of telling her that. I had gotten over the confidence issues, and I scraped up every cubic inch of balls, guts, nerve, confidence, whatever you'd like to call it and I was about to tell her. It really looked like there was promise there, that she may have thought the same about me, but now it's all over. Happy birthday, conrad.
My check from lobster bounced, so I currently owe my bank about 500 dollars. I hadn't bought my ticket yet, but by this time, a lot of people had bailed on the built to spill show either because they had class or tests or work the next day, because it was too expensive, or shit just fell through. It definitely looked like it was a bad idea to go to the show, so upon finding out I had no money, I called ashley to tell her I was calling it off. She was really nice about it, she said she'd buy me a ticket as a birthday present just so I could go, so of course I ended up going. This was definitely a very nice move on her part, and she's one of the greatest girls ever, so after this, I vowed to just take her out one lovely night and treat her like a queen. Of course, I didn't tell her that, though. Anyway, the only people left coming along were ashley, some of her friends who wanted to go, and kurt. Kurt ended up bailing because he, bryan elder and I ended up going out the night before, so he was burnt out. So I ended up inviting my friend brian, who I hadn't seen in a while, and who I knew was a big built to spill fan.
Ashley was driving, and I obviously couldn't drive, but there was no room in the car for brian. To refrain from taking two cars, I took one for the team and volunteered to go in the trunk. I wanted to leave around 5 because LA traffic is always a bitch, and the show was supposed to start at 8:30. Of course, we needed to get there soon so that brian could get a ticket. Ashley ended up telling me ON THE DAY OF THE SHOW that she had a lab from 6 to 9, and would only actually get out of it at around 7:30. Okay, a little delay, no worries. We'd still get there by 9. 7:30, ashley's still in lab. 8, ashley's getting out. 8:30, ashley's roommates are getting ready. 9, ashley asks her to come to her house. We left a little before 9:30. Takes kind of a while to get there, find the place, park, and get in. So we only ended up getting to hollywood a little after 11. We thought it was all cool, we could catch most of built to spill, since most shows end at 12 or sometimes later, I suppose... We get there, and they have 5 minutes left. It was okay, at least we got to see them play carry the zero and the plan, but it was really a fuckin disappointment. I was so stoked on doing this, I was gonna be with ashley, we'd get to watch built to spill, and they'd play car, and that's our favorite song, bla bla bla.... nope. 5 minutes. Most expensive 5 minutes ever.
So we went to the clubs, and their friend jarrod bought me a bunch of drinks, really really cool guy... he might have been in a frat, I don't know, but didn't come off as that kind of guy at all, just really chill, good taste in music, and a nice guy. It was really cool of him to buy me drinks and he didn't even know me. Brian bought me drinks too, that was cool of him. Club-hopping was somewhat fun, but I could sense some tension between brian and one of ashley's roommates. Bad for business. About half an hour later, gabby (the roommate) says "don't ever get your buddy near me again." Whatever, she had been pissing me off all night, so I obviously wouldn't take anything she says seriously at this point. From here on, I had been drinking (no shit) and it was time for us to get back to santa barbara. The entire car ride, gabby wouldn't shut up and stop insulting brian, and brian just kept it going. She even hit me and said "why the fuck did you bring your friend?!?" Uhh... because it's my birthday? Very nice. She had been threatening to throw brian out of the car all night, and by the time we were in ventura, I (yes, I, Conrad) was BEGGING for amanda (ashley's other roommate ) to stop the car so I could get out and crash at my friend's house in ventura. I was seriously so sick of everyone's bullshit that I just had to yell it out. And it doesn't take much to piss me off, either. I couldn't believe how shitty this night was, and how ashley had dragged these people along that I didn't even know and would do nothing but cause problems (except jarrod). By the time I got home, I was so mad at the entire situation and what had been happening throughout the day that all I did was get out of the car and walk home. I didn't even let anyone talk to me and I didn't even talk to anyone. When people tried to hug me, I just lifted my hands up and kept walking. This was my 21st birthday, the week leading up to it was the worst week ever, and this was the worst 21st birthday it could have been. I said it last night and I'll say it now... after this night, I will never speak with ashley or any of her friends again. The sad part is... I liked ashley, I really did. I thought she was a great girl and I was on the brink of telling her that. I had gotten over the confidence issues, and I scraped up every cubic inch of balls, guts, nerve, confidence, whatever you'd like to call it and I was about to tell her. It really looked like there was promise there, that she may have thought the same about me, but now it's all over. Happy birthday, conrad.