They are not the pritty pritty gobleens. They are meets for the pritty pritty gobleens.
(Plus, I hate moshing. Hate it! Even when nowhere near it - it almost ruined the second Boingo concert I went to. One gets the feeling that people are there for the moshing and don't care about the music. So GO AWAY! is my response.)
Re: most frightening extreme sport ever. with involuntary participants!spideyjNovember 22 2006, 14:08:12 UTC
No man, they're in the zone. The creepy braindead moshing zone. *shudders*
Apparently that doesn't really happen here. Crazy crushing crowds on the train, but people are very quiet and polite and stay in their seats during concerts.
I think you handled yourself well too, especially considering the bright expectations that had been brewing. I'm sorry it was a disappointment at best, and a bruiser on most other counts.
It's been an insane and draining past few days, so I have been killing the phone. Call you tonight after nine?
On nights like these, you should be feel a sense of accomplishment if you accomplished still wearing your pants (bonus points if you didn't permanantly lose any articles from your person) and without passing out or breaking any bones. Also- getting your glasses knocked off STINKS!!! If people want to mosh- great. Just have respect for the people that DON'T.
The family/friend balance is a difficult one to maintain, and it sounds like you made it work.
I'm also resonably cautious about alcohol, as a former straight edge gal, so I completely understand this: "This was the worst aspect of the entire evening to me. To smell it on her breath while we tried to converse..." I winced when I read this.
People without glasses will never quite understand the true terror of having them knocked off in a moving crowd. The cringing wait for the crunch. *shudder*
"smelling it on her breath"- You know, as I wrote that... I wondered if anyone would catch a tinge of the cold, disturbed shiver behind the words. Thank you, Nikki.
Vhere eees zee Danya?neeekeeeDecember 18 2006, 20:42:21 UTC
Just wanted to say that you are missed here in LJ land. I hope all is lovely with you, that you are in a fuzzy and happy place and are busy with scintillating new experiences and lots of joy.
it's cold outside, but warm here in my study-holejhanyaDecember 19 2006, 00:44:27 UTC
Thank you very much, nikki. Your warm thoughts are well-appreciated in this time of finals. I miss my livejournal, and my peeps. Soon, the iron cage of school will unclench and I will fly free as a sparrow to flit and perch, regain my nest. Soon.
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They are not the pritty pritty gobleens. They are meets for the pritty pritty gobleens.
(Plus, I hate moshing. Hate it! Even when nowhere near it - it almost ruined the second Boingo concert I went to. One gets the feeling that people are there for the moshing and don't care about the music. So GO AWAY! is my response.)
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creepy half-deaf zombies...
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No man, they're in the zone. The creepy braindead moshing zone. *shudders*
Apparently that doesn't really happen here. Crazy crushing crowds on the train, but people are very quiet and polite and stay in their seats during concerts.
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It's been an insane and draining past few days, so I have been killing the phone. Call you tonight after nine?
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"a bruiser." an entirely too applicable near-metaphor.
gimme a call. there's news!
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On nights like these, you should be feel a sense of accomplishment if you accomplished still wearing your pants (bonus points if you didn't permanantly lose any articles from your person) and without passing out or breaking any bones. Also- getting your glasses knocked off STINKS!!! If people want to mosh- great. Just have respect for the people that DON'T.
The family/friend balance is a difficult one to maintain, and it sounds like you made it work.
I'm also resonably cautious about alcohol, as a former straight edge gal, so I completely understand this: "This was the worst aspect of the entire evening to me. To smell it on her breath while we tried to converse..."
I winced when I read this.
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"smelling it on her breath"- You know, as I wrote that... I wondered if anyone would catch a tinge of the cold, disturbed shiver behind the words. Thank you, Nikki.
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I miss my livejournal, and my peeps. Soon, the iron cage of school will unclench and I will fly free as a sparrow to flit and perch, regain my nest.
Soon.
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