dancin' on the tin roof, cat be damned.
is there any question as to how the concert went? surely you must have all anticipated how id feel afterwards, and youd have been right. for four hours, i was a part of a cult of swaying bodies hypnotized by the same sound. they were amazing. absolutely. the stage work was very interesting, and the lighting coordinated well with the songs. it was as perfect as i knew it would be. we got there easily enough, as well. made good time and didnt miss any exits or anything. and we sat outside for two hours with the thirty or so others who had shown up early. brad was there. im not sure, but i think that his girlfriend may be the jealous type. when he first saw me we waved and what not, but after that i would be trying to get his attention and he would look away very quickly, which is not very typical brad. ((shrugs)) i laughed to myself... and to aranda... at the hordes of people dressed in solid black. boys with eyeliner artistically smeared down their face to give the impression of crying (but thats ok because they were sexy). and then there were some people who just didnt seem to belong there at all... older people. parents. "rednecks", some of which were seated behind me. but that really says a lot for the band. i talked briefly to some boy who was sitting alone on the steps. he seemed mildly discontent, so we exchanged a few words and some smiles thereafter. after getting inside, i was annoyed by all the alcohol stands lined up one next to the other and the swarms of people with mixed drinks and beer in their hands. and i was disgusted by the large number of rather large girls who had chosen skimpy attire. and as cruel as it is, that made me feel a lot better about myself. roughly ten minutes before burning brides, who opened for them, started, we took our seats. i found it comical that on my entire row, i was the only one sitting there for awhile, and once other people showed up, of all the seats on the row, theirs were right beside me. so the three of us sat there, shoulder to shoulder, with a sea of empty seats on either side of us. i considered introductions... but decided i didnt care enough. the opening act was all right. it took me awhile to warm up to them. they had a heavier goth-rock style sound. they did a couple of songs with some a perfect circle members which were rather good. mostly, though, i just wanted them to leave so i could see a perfect circle, as im sure most other people did. and once they came on stage, i was completely enraptured. they started off with maynard dancing behind this screen on which swirls of colored light played, his silhouette swaying and dancing to the music. there were "trees" on the stage. they looked like bundles of nerves, literally, composed of fiber optics. and during certain songs, tiny lights would illuminate at the end of their branches like stars. it was beautiful... everything was so untranslatably perfect and somehow surreal. they played all of the songs i wanted to hear from the first album, playing the hollow and magdalena second and third, respectively. orestes, brena, three libras, thomas... and the last song they did was judith, which was by far the best choice. it was so high energy and they sounded absolutely marvelous. looking around me, i saw all those arms in the air, moving in unison. and i found myself completely unaware of the people around me. i closed my eyes and threw my own arms in the air and sang at the top of my lungs. of course, at one point, standing there with my eyes closed, i detected the smell of a certain illegal substance in close proximity to me, and i knew someone had just lit up, but i was not sure if it was the guy to my right or one of the men behind me. i knew it wasnt either of the boys to me left, but i ignored it. when i opened my eyes again, the guy to my right was facing me with a joint in his hand, which he extended to me. i passed, upon which he gave it to the guys in front of us, who seemed that type, i suppose. it annoyed me, really. i hate the smell of weed. that, in addition to the frequent presence of flashlights and lighters being held to examine seat numbers and tickets, tried my neves at some points. so did people shuffling around because they werent in their seats or the raving jack ass two rows in front of me. at one point he was standing in his chair screaming things at maynard. he was acting as though the whole world was there for him and he was some divine comedic being. and it was around that point, beer in hand, that he tumbled down onto the next row of people. and i laughed. i laughed and laughed and laughed... and hoped he was dead. er... thats harsh. i hoped he had a serious concussion to illicit some quiet on his part until the concert was over. there. much better.
so after judith it was time to leave. and of course, we both knew it would happen. the ride there was so smooth... so of course we would get lost when it was 12am and too dark to see anything if you plan on going 90 on the interstate. we made several wrong turns, which put us roughly an hour behind schedule. we were headed in the completely wrong direction at one point, and so i told her take the next exit and we would find a gas station. by the way, in case i havent mentioned this before, getting lost at night is a huge fear of mine. huge. its been the way since i was a child. so i, the one who was supposed to be navigating for us, was in a state of complete panic and paranoia. the funniest part was perhaps when we stopped at a gas station in swannee and asked this woman at the counter for directions. she asked where we were trying to go, and when i said rome, she said "where?? where's that?" so i called brad, hoping he could help. when i told him i was in swannee he said "where's that??" o_o the lady gave us directions to get on the proper portion of the interstate. aranda fucked them up. something like "go right at the 2nd light". she took the first right. so we drove along the interstate for awhile and i finally started wondering what was taking so long and then i realized what had happened... so... we took another exit. i told her to turn left and there would probably be a ramp to take us back in the other direction. so after awhile of back-tracking, we ended up back in duluth, where wed started. a few gas stations later, i was able to attain some solid directions. i went in to ask the man at the register and was approached by this guy with an arm load of things. normally i would not be so willing to place my trust in someone who tries, in a very sleazy manner, to come on to me, but... we were desperate. his "seductive" hello was countered with a completely innocent "hi". he responded with "yo, shawty, where you staying?" oh, good segway there. "weeelll...," i said, "thats the problem, i cant get back to where im staying. are you from here?" he said he was from florida, but his brother, who was out in the truck was. i wasnt too keen on the idea, but i took what i could get. i walked outside to the first guy the aforementioned truck, who looked me over quite noticably and was not apparently the person i was looking for. so i approached the guy in the drivers seat. "do you live here?"i asked. "no," he said, not volunteering any other information. so i stood there for a moment, mildly perplexed, and then rephrased. "well, do you know your way around?" "yes." so i told him where we needed to get and he gave us perfect directions. it was the damndest thing, though... he looked exactly like the guy on the last season of real world who was going to morehouse, which is in atlanta. i noticed it then, and just kind of looked at him. his voice and manner of speech, even his glasses, were reminiscent of the real world fellow, as well. in fact, im almost entirely convinced that i was him. so... thats pretty crazy. he also seemed high as fuck, but his directions werent faulty and thats all that matters. as we walked back to her car, his friends outside the car issued us a "stay fine" as a farewell. so some other minor things went wrong... but by this point i had smoked almost an entire pack of cigarettes that i was stuck in buzz-land, far away from stressing about anything. and then it translated into a state of euphoria and giggliness. aranda was even starting question if i was not high as well. we stopped at another gas station just before 411 hoping to find a bathroom. aranda walked in before myself, and as i stepped inside she was all the way to the back of the store, just about to go into the restroom. just as the door open and i turned, i heard someone say "how you doin'?", very joey tribiani-esque. i turned and saw the guy standing at the rear of the island counter. hed apparently been talking with the clerk. he was wearing this grin, and i couldnt help but laugh. so i smiled and offered an extremely energetic hello. apparently i seemed a little too energetic because aranda paused at the door of the restroom and proceeded to laugh extremely loudly. im still not really sure why... le shrug.
once we got back in town, it was 2 something. she wanted to drink, i wanted taco bell, so we did both. i had gotten a call, extremely unexpected i might add, as we were leaving the concert from an unrecognized number. so when i called it back, it turned out to be the infamous will. im still not really sure why he was calling me, but ill find out tomorrow, i suppose. he said he was at a party at this guys house and i could come by, but id need to bring my own drinks. it was just... odd. so i aksed how he got my number, mostly because while we do talk, we dont generally consort with the same types of people so i was curious how he had obtained it. apparently matt was at the party?! and so was andrew. but that still doesnt really explain why will was calling me. but it was all right. wills a cool guy. funny as hell. so we talked for a little while and i said we might stop by once we got back in town. brittani and micheal were supposed to be having a party, as well, but apparently that fell through. so when we got closer to rome, i called will back and talked some more. the party had apparently taken a tragic turn, as its host was incredibly sick and vomiting everywhere. and trent was sick, as well. but that was all right, as id already decided against going. once we got home we just laid around my room drinking coke & vodka and talking and laughing about the usual things. at one point aranda started in on not being able to sleep. id had a bit more to drink than she and was damn near passing out. i didnt want to leave her unoccupied, but i just couldnt stay awake. she ended up sitting up for an hour or two doing... well, i dont know because i was asleep. but i woke up around 5 and found her gathering her things. id made her promise me that she would not drive anywhere, as shed been trying to earlier. she did promise, but now she was getting ready to go. i was much too tired and groggy, not to mention still mildly intoxicated, to argue. so after some brief protest, i acquiesced with a simple "fine".
so that was yesterday. or at least, thats all of yesterday i can put into words. it was more of a feeling...
{my band of the moment is modest mouse. <33}
so after judith it was time to leave. and of course, we both knew it would happen. the ride there was so smooth... so of course we would get lost when it was 12am and too dark to see anything if you plan on going 90 on the interstate. we made several wrong turns, which put us roughly an hour behind schedule. we were headed in the completely wrong direction at one point, and so i told her take the next exit and we would find a gas station. by the way, in case i havent mentioned this before, getting lost at night is a huge fear of mine. huge. its been the way since i was a child. so i, the one who was supposed to be navigating for us, was in a state of complete panic and paranoia. the funniest part was perhaps when we stopped at a gas station in swannee and asked this woman at the counter for directions. she asked where we were trying to go, and when i said rome, she said "where?? where's that?" so i called brad, hoping he could help. when i told him i was in swannee he said "where's that??" o_o the lady gave us directions to get on the proper portion of the interstate. aranda fucked them up. something like "go right at the 2nd light". she took the first right. so we drove along the interstate for awhile and i finally started wondering what was taking so long and then i realized what had happened... so... we took another exit. i told her to turn left and there would probably be a ramp to take us back in the other direction. so after awhile of back-tracking, we ended up back in duluth, where wed started. a few gas stations later, i was able to attain some solid directions. i went in to ask the man at the register and was approached by this guy with an arm load of things. normally i would not be so willing to place my trust in someone who tries, in a very sleazy manner, to come on to me, but... we were desperate. his "seductive" hello was countered with a completely innocent "hi". he responded with "yo, shawty, where you staying?" oh, good segway there. "weeelll...," i said, "thats the problem, i cant get back to where im staying. are you from here?" he said he was from florida, but his brother, who was out in the truck was. i wasnt too keen on the idea, but i took what i could get. i walked outside to the first guy the aforementioned truck, who looked me over quite noticably and was not apparently the person i was looking for. so i approached the guy in the drivers seat. "do you live here?"i asked. "no," he said, not volunteering any other information. so i stood there for a moment, mildly perplexed, and then rephrased. "well, do you know your way around?" "yes." so i told him where we needed to get and he gave us perfect directions. it was the damndest thing, though... he looked exactly like the guy on the last season of real world who was going to morehouse, which is in atlanta. i noticed it then, and just kind of looked at him. his voice and manner of speech, even his glasses, were reminiscent of the real world fellow, as well. in fact, im almost entirely convinced that i was him. so... thats pretty crazy. he also seemed high as fuck, but his directions werent faulty and thats all that matters. as we walked back to her car, his friends outside the car issued us a "stay fine" as a farewell. so some other minor things went wrong... but by this point i had smoked almost an entire pack of cigarettes that i was stuck in buzz-land, far away from stressing about anything. and then it translated into a state of euphoria and giggliness. aranda was even starting question if i was not high as well. we stopped at another gas station just before 411 hoping to find a bathroom. aranda walked in before myself, and as i stepped inside she was all the way to the back of the store, just about to go into the restroom. just as the door open and i turned, i heard someone say "how you doin'?", very joey tribiani-esque. i turned and saw the guy standing at the rear of the island counter. hed apparently been talking with the clerk. he was wearing this grin, and i couldnt help but laugh. so i smiled and offered an extremely energetic hello. apparently i seemed a little too energetic because aranda paused at the door of the restroom and proceeded to laugh extremely loudly. im still not really sure why... le shrug.
once we got back in town, it was 2 something. she wanted to drink, i wanted taco bell, so we did both. i had gotten a call, extremely unexpected i might add, as we were leaving the concert from an unrecognized number. so when i called it back, it turned out to be the infamous will. im still not really sure why he was calling me, but ill find out tomorrow, i suppose. he said he was at a party at this guys house and i could come by, but id need to bring my own drinks. it was just... odd. so i aksed how he got my number, mostly because while we do talk, we dont generally consort with the same types of people so i was curious how he had obtained it. apparently matt was at the party?! and so was andrew. but that still doesnt really explain why will was calling me. but it was all right. wills a cool guy. funny as hell. so we talked for a little while and i said we might stop by once we got back in town. brittani and micheal were supposed to be having a party, as well, but apparently that fell through. so when we got closer to rome, i called will back and talked some more. the party had apparently taken a tragic turn, as its host was incredibly sick and vomiting everywhere. and trent was sick, as well. but that was all right, as id already decided against going. once we got home we just laid around my room drinking coke & vodka and talking and laughing about the usual things. at one point aranda started in on not being able to sleep. id had a bit more to drink than she and was damn near passing out. i didnt want to leave her unoccupied, but i just couldnt stay awake. she ended up sitting up for an hour or two doing... well, i dont know because i was asleep. but i woke up around 5 and found her gathering her things. id made her promise me that she would not drive anywhere, as shed been trying to earlier. she did promise, but now she was getting ready to go. i was much too tired and groggy, not to mention still mildly intoxicated, to argue. so after some brief protest, i acquiesced with a simple "fine".
so that was yesterday. or at least, thats all of yesterday i can put into words. it was more of a feeling...
{my band of the moment is modest mouse. <33}