how could i hype up the matches show so much and then not post about it the second after? i am ridiculous. forgive. it has been a long week, with little sleep, and a lot of working.
so friday rolls around, and i am excited out of my mind, like said. dylan confirmed list spot that day, which was nicer than nice, since i have not seen him for ages. heather and i head down to the triple rock an hour early to eat some delicious blts and mashed potatoes and gravy (the latter was heather's idea). right when we pull up we see dlyan playing guitar outside. it amazingly was a beautiful day (with it having been raining in the early morning). we hug. we giggle. we are back in love. jon is sleeping on the concrete next to us, as he had gotten a bit intoxicated the night before. he immediately pops up and begins conversations. i thought he said he had pooped his pants, he thought i said my name was linda. fair trade. ben walks by doing his job of loading and unloading, we exchange hellos. heather and i make our way into the bar. eat. some guy thinks i am a druggie, as i scream "where's my queludes!?!" but i swear i was just quoting almost famous. mo arrives. i made him go. bought his ticket. knew he would enjoy. we also needed male support, so we did not look like groupie girls (which we sort of are when it comes to this band). ben and dylan stroll around to the front and we chat about myspace phishing, strip clubs, and people who hate us. they leave. kari gray arrives. we all go inside, i buy shots of "minnesota nice" that kari swears are good because they are a pink color, but which the bartender apparently HATES making. i end up buying six of them, and tipping a million dollars to salvage the relationship that i have with the person making my drinks. we cheers to unicorns, the color purple, and cities beginning in the letter 'r.' wonderful. starting to feel it. the show is about to begin. we make our way inside. packed with 12yo emo kids and dudes who look like they should be at a wrestling match. matches goes on...
delicious.
mosh pits ensue. mo protects. heather and i dance like fools. mo pretends to not know us. i scream "i love you dylan!" dylan makes a "yessss" pumping motion with his fist and laughs. shawn is screaming and falling all into the crowd. crowd is wild. went by far too fast. mo loved it. heather and i obviously adored it. we walk by shawn and tell him "good show" and that he should come join us in the bar for a drink. a few minutes later, kari walks in with him and beats me to it--buying him a "minnesota nice" which the bartender STILL hates. kari asks why she hates it, i never heard the reason. shawn sits patiently in our circle. heather is quiet and cute, i know she is dying inside. mo makes some comment about bacon night, and how it should be wednesday. he then says that "salad is what food eats." this may be true, but the fact that shawn is a vegetarian may pose a problem to both of these comments. we all ponder what the cards stuck to the ceiling are stuck with. we conclude--tacks. ben comes, i buy him a drink. where is dylan? i demanded he drink with me. apparently, dylan had justin's old I.D. unfortunately, triple rock hates everyone and took it from him. he is stuck out back. luckily, i have a case of premos in the back of my car. i meet him there, force a beer down his throat, and we pee standing next to each other next to some poor shrub. sorry shrub. i go back in to discover conversations had happened without me. mo and shawn had talked about being born and what it would feel like, coming back as dinosaurs, and who knows what else. shawn asked heather where her "funny friend" is (me), because how do you know what a lego person is without their head? what!? heather told him she always wanted to have a beard. weird. i buy ben a drink. i drink more. we all drink more. the guys have bus call soon, we all walk back to the vans for goodbyes. we hug. we laugh. we cry without the crying part. perfect night. perfect.
heather, mo, and i all follow kari to her place, she jumps in my car. we sing margot and talk about bastards who stole her tamborine. boo. we arrive at the ugly mug. free cover thanks to mo. i buy drinks for all. run into gabe. kari runs into her friends. i do not remember much after this. eventually i say farewell to kari with promises of hangs soon. we (i) stumble to luce where we meet lydia (where did she come from?). we get two salads and about eight pieces of pizza between us. total? $3. i love people knowing people who work there. amen! we eat. i bitch about my fanta girl dreams. we all leave. part ways. the end of nights.
sunday all of blark went to the spirit of '76 show at the triple rock. farewell continental was opening. i know four out of the five members. was interested in seeing them do their thing. waited for them to begin. in the mean time said hello and chatted it up with the singer's family. adore them. said hello to the piano player who was headed backstage. and waited. strange. ski masks (to conceal idenity). a lot of long interludes of whining guitars and synth notes. four songs. very strange experience. interested to see if the gimmick will continue and if it will draw people in. and no i will not tell you who is behind the masks. all of us (blark) began to drink some more. hung around for spirit. they were good, not the best i have seen them, but good none the less.
in consequence to all of these good hangs, heather and i missed the melismatics' cd release party with white light riot. oops.
since then i have worked a ton. figured out my head a bit more (stabilized). realized how much i love my job. it is so rewarding to work with crazy little kidlets. they say the funniest things, have so much potential, and i feel like i have the capability to influence them in their lives. i love it all.
tonight us girls are roadtripping up to saint cloud for our boys' band, readygoes, show at the red carpet. lydia, heather, laura, and i all got a hotel room together (to save ourselves from hanging outside until 4am wondering what we will do). the triple threat is going up early, so that we can hang out in the whirlpool and relax before the show. i refuse to get as ridiculous as i was last time i went to the red carpet. i looked at my check card statement and understood how i forgot the entire night last time. i spent $41. drinks are like a dollar. did i buy the whole bar drinks!? no. i drank them myself. i am an idiot. never again. so in any event, it should be a good time. i will update later with pictures and events.
thanks for reading.
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