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ladyoflorien) wrote2003-10-07 12:33 am
ladyoflorien) wrote2003-10-07 12:33 am
Concert time!!
Aaah, how sad is it that while watching CSI tonight I was able to identify Matthew Lawrence by his mouth and chin only? Seriously. He was in a batting cage and they did a close-up as he was about to hit a ball, so all you could see beneath the batting helmet was his mouth curled into a grimace, and I thought "Hey, that looks like Matt Lawrence." And a minute later he took off the helmet and lo and behold, it was Matt Lawrence. Yeah. And I can identify Elijah Wood by his stomach alone. Somebody please, please stop the madness.
Oh hey, I'll do it for you.
So here I am at twelve thirty at night--er, in the morning--at my computer, with my pictures CD and a half smile on my face, ready to relive yesterday. Well let me tell you, I had a good time. I saw a ton of familiar faces, which totally rocked, even if we weren't all together (due to abundant pushing and shoving).
Well Meg came by after the meeting. We left the house around three because she was FORCING me to shop with her (Oh how I loathe her...). So we went over to the outlets to go to Claires so she could get herself some punk jewelry. heh. hehe. AHAHAHAHA. I'm sorry, if you knew Meg and Meg's idea of "punk" you'd be laughing too. The mere fact that we went to CLAIRES for the punk jewelry should have you laughing. BUT ANYWAYS. I happened to buy myself some rockin' things! It was my first time in Claires, so I was a little scared to see a bunch of teenies bopping all around. But I found a PIRATE SKULL BANDANNA FOR $2.50! WHEEEEEEE! IMAGINE MY GLEE AT THIS FINDING! So I bought that, and not only that but what else? A MONKEY MEDALLION NECKLACE! HEHEHE... Oh yeah, I am SO ready to go see PotC again. Bwah. Anyway, the other thing was an awesome armband but it's not like you care and I don't really either so MOVING ON... after that and some other inane stores we set out for Durham. We made a quick stop over at Allia's house so she could laugh at us (I'll explain more on that later) and finally reached the college where the bands were playing at around 5ish. We picked up our tickets at the box office and then left to find food. I met a friend of Megan's and she recommended a sandwich place called "Wheelies."
... Wheelies made me mad. We both ordered salads and do you know how long we had to wait? Almost an HOUR. Yeah, Meg was flipping. I wasn't worried because the doors didn't open till 7 and I had no desire to stand outside in the cold for 45 minutes like she had originally planned. So needless to say we didn't get there until 10 till seven (love how I go from numbers to spellings? Heh, yeah I rock), Meg was freaking out, she refused to eat her salad and got MAD AT ME because I DID eat mine. Yeah. I love that chick. Really I do. In the way that the whole world adores Jessica Simpson when they watch the Newlyweds Show. BUT ANYWAYS...
We met up with Emily P. while standing in line. I. Love. Her. Btw, I'm her new best friend. LOL. She rocks my socks. But anyways, we're not gonna mention how much I despise Meg's friend Britney or how Meg makes me want to vomit sometimes, we're gonna talk about what happened after me and Meg and Emily got inside and squirmed our way into the crowd of people.
First off Emily made fun of me because as we were coming in all the girls got black X's drawn on their hands (the boys probably did too, but they were in a different line so I didn't see them). I don't know why we got the X's, we just did. Anyway, I'm the only girl out of all the girls there that I knew that did not have an X on their hand, but rather what looked like a backwards Y. So Emily told me I was actually a boy because I had "Y chromosomes instead of X chromosomes." Bwhahaha. It's pitiful that even people I don't know are able to see that I'm more boy than girl. *sigh* The tomboy life sucks. lol, but hey, it gave me something to talk about.
Vendetta Red came out first. I've decided I don't like them that much. I had to give the lead singer props for the hair (HE STOLE MY HAIR!) and the fact he can scream at the top of his lungs for an hour straight, but aside from that I didn't care for them. They cursed too much, it made me mad. And their music was LOUD. I'm not talking old people "turn down your music you whippersnappers!" loud, I'm talking burst your eardrums loud. I couldn't hear out of my right ear after the concert and it's STILL ringing THIS VERY SECOND. Yeah. Loudness. Of course, it didn't help that we were standing in front of one of the giant speakers. Heck yes. Talk about feeling the bass-line in your chest man. Geeze. It felt cool having the music throb in my entire body at first, but it started to hurt after a while. Very interesting feeling. Like I had just run a mile in ten flat and my heart was the size of kansas and ready to explode. Yeah, that explains it perfectly, lol. But anyways, that was Vendetta Red. Curly hair. Screaming. Loudness. Perpetual deafness of the Gabby. Free drumstick and guitar picks! Gutter-mouths. lol.
Now, The Ataris! I would buy an Ataris CD after last night. THEY WERE AWESOME! They were really really good. Now remember, I knew barely anything about either band before last night, and now I can say I'm an Ataris "fan" because of all the stuff I've learned over the past 48 hours. Yeah, their set rocked, they really talked to the audience which was AWESOME, they're total 80's freaks which made me giddy with happiness (especially when they did a misfits cover song), and they appeared to be such cool guys. This was the smallest concert I've ever been to, being in a college gym, and I really liked how personal it felt. I managed to sneak my way up to the very front during their encore (which was 4 songs long! Go Ataris!), and that was totally sick. I LOVED it! Got beat up by slam dancers a couple times but I fought back, the bloody bastards. And there were really disgustingly sweaty people there, but that was expected. Them rubbing up against me was, on the other hand, NOT expected, nor was it welcomed. Blegh. But despite that I really enjoyed the show. THERE WAS A BOY WITH A KILT, ROCK ON! A guy with leopard print HAIR, and a matching vest, ROCK ON! A girl with a wicked mohawk, ROCK ON! And just too many random funny people to recount. I may have gone deaf last night and gotten stepped on several times, but it was jammin. I'd go see them again. Their 80's-ness coupled with their fun personalities and the good musicianship was cool. And they let some random guy that called them up (coughSTALKERcough) come up on stage and play one of their songs during the finale. How cool is that? Yeah, that's pretty sick.
Anyway, that's not even the end of my story. After the concert while everyone was shuffling outside, Meg decides she wants to buy something at the T-shirt booth. So we go over and I notice that Vendetta Red is milling about signing autographs. Meg didn't even see them, so I pointed out Curly and shouted so I knew she'd hear, "That's the lead singer right there." Little did I know I'd release a fangirl by that one simple sentence. THE GIRL WAS SHAKING, PEOPLE. YOU WOULD THINK SHE WAS MEETING FREAKING ELVIS OR SOMETHING. Yeah. She was a mindless pile of babbling jell-o. It ticked me off just a little, but at least solved any doubts I had on whether or no I'd act like a fool if I ever met someone I respected in show biz, because I was forced to chat with the poor people to compensate for the idiot standing next to me. Heh. Anyway, she got her picture taken with the lead singer (I chose not to simply because I was still mad at how much he had cursed) and got him to autograph her ticket stub and CD (which she bought there and doesn't even intend to listen to, might I add). I got the guitarist's autograph on my ticket stub and both she and I got our picture taken with him (which I'll show you in a minute). He was cute, he looked kind of tired though. I lied and told him they did really good up there and I enjoyed the show (Heh, I'm a wench) and then proceeded to chat about other inane things. When he came over to pose with us for the picture, noting that Meg had once again done/said something completely incoherent and stupid I said "I bet you get tired of doing this all the time, huh?" and he replied by smiling at me and saying "No, I love it actually" just before wrapping his arm around my waist. Heh. Yeah, should have known better than to ask a stupid question like that. He seemed very nice and gracious and dealt with the teeny bopper to my left, which was cool. I have decided he's all right. lol.
We decided to wait around to see whether the Ataris would come out later or not. Meg bought a DVD they were selling there and gave it to me with implicit instructions to be sure I have the band sign it if I saw them, because she ran the 1/2 mile back to our car to get another camera. Funny thing is there's no re-admission after you leave the arena. Bwahaha. So I stood around a while and waited for her to come back. Some random guy working there was standing by the front door letting everyone know they couldn't come back in, but he let so many people back in anyways, lol. I decided to chit chat with him because he made me laugh. I said "You must have the most boring job in the world," to which he replied "All I really want to do is sit down." So I pointed out a free chair and he went and dragged it back over and sat down. I decided to walk back around the arena a bit to see if I could spot any band members, but came back over to the doors shortly. I watched as this guy let more people back in and started laughing out loud despite myself. He looked over at me with this priceless expression and I couldn't help but speak my mind... "Dude, you SUCK at this job!!" Bwahahaa. I wish I could explain the look he gave me. It was pretty funny. We talked for a bit before he had to run out to help someone with the band's equipment, but he was a funny dude. Cute too. Brought much enjoyment to my after-concert glow.
Anyway, after Meg came back I informed her of the no admittance rule and we decided to leave anyway because one of the roadies told us the Ataris were doing meet & greets in their dressing rooms, so we figured they wouldn't come out for a while and we had a 2 hour drive home ahead of us. But, just as we were turning to leave, that particular roadie ran up and handed Meg Vendetta Red's play list from out of their dressing room. Isn't that cool? He was cute too, actually. lol, but that's besides the point. Meg was walking on air (and still shaking, might I add). So that was pretty much our night, minus the drive home and whatnot. We came back with lots of booty, including
-Autographed Ticket Stubs
-Photos with the Band
-Guitar picks thrown from the stage
-Play list from VD's dressing room
-CD & DVD
Not a bad sweep, eh? So yeah. There you have it. Now are you ready for some pictures? Heee. =D
This was taken outside of the outlet malls when we bought our booty. I decided I had to have pictures of us in our funky make-up (notice the wings coming off my eyelids? Yeah, you can't see nearly how cool my make-up was). Meg had Blue hearts on her face. I think I like mine the best, personally. The bandanna I'm wearing in the picture was later replaced with my new Pirate Skull one, which Bryan Lavoy covets deeply. Bwahaha, I promised I'd buy him one. Also, although you can't see it, I'm wearing black bra straps around my wrist. HOW COOL AM I? HEEEE I was probably the only one there doing THAT! *snort*
This would be Megan and the lead singer from VD. HE STOLE MY HAIR! Anyways, he was very friendly and maybe a little TOO excited that a bunch of teenage girls were all over him all night. *ahem* Yeah. Anyways. Meg gots much love from VD.
And THIS right here would be the awesome guitarist that I've decided I love so much. He didn't seem phased by the weird make-up, although he was looking over at his girlfriend as if to say "I'm not making contact with them I swear!" as he had his arms around us for the picture. Heh. Gotta love it.
There are more pics, but that's the basic gist of it. Notice I decided to go with my "Gabby - MISTRESS OF THE NIGHT!" look that night? Yeah. I was jammin' with my pirate/rock/punk attire. Not really punk. Slightly punk, mostly rock. But there you have it.
Oh, one more thing. Meg was telling me on the way home about how annoying Jessica Simpson was and how mad she made her when watching the Newlyweds Show. Meg doesn't realize that everyone thinks she's exactly like Jessica Simpson. So when Meg said "Can anyone be any more stupid than that?" all I could do was bite my lip and reply "It's hard to say." We love Meg, we do, but refusing to talk to me for half the concert because I wouldn't walk her to the bathrooms (and therefore she held it all night) is just a little... yeah. Not talking about it.
Don't you wish you were cool enough to hang out at concerts with me and my friends now? Heeeee!
Oh hey, I'll do it for you.
So here I am at twelve thirty at night--er, in the morning--at my computer, with my pictures CD and a half smile on my face, ready to relive yesterday. Well let me tell you, I had a good time. I saw a ton of familiar faces, which totally rocked, even if we weren't all together (due to abundant pushing and shoving).
Well Meg came by after the meeting. We left the house around three because she was FORCING me to shop with her (Oh how I loathe her...). So we went over to the outlets to go to Claires so she could get herself some punk jewelry. heh. hehe. AHAHAHAHA. I'm sorry, if you knew Meg and Meg's idea of "punk" you'd be laughing too. The mere fact that we went to CLAIRES for the punk jewelry should have you laughing. BUT ANYWAYS. I happened to buy myself some rockin' things! It was my first time in Claires, so I was a little scared to see a bunch of teenies bopping all around. But I found a PIRATE SKULL BANDANNA FOR $2.50! WHEEEEEEE! IMAGINE MY GLEE AT THIS FINDING! So I bought that, and not only that but what else? A MONKEY MEDALLION NECKLACE! HEHEHE... Oh yeah, I am SO ready to go see PotC again. Bwah. Anyway, the other thing was an awesome armband but it's not like you care and I don't really either so MOVING ON... after that and some other inane stores we set out for Durham. We made a quick stop over at Allia's house so she could laugh at us (I'll explain more on that later) and finally reached the college where the bands were playing at around 5ish. We picked up our tickets at the box office and then left to find food. I met a friend of Megan's and she recommended a sandwich place called "Wheelies."
... Wheelies made me mad. We both ordered salads and do you know how long we had to wait? Almost an HOUR. Yeah, Meg was flipping. I wasn't worried because the doors didn't open till 7 and I had no desire to stand outside in the cold for 45 minutes like she had originally planned. So needless to say we didn't get there until 10 till seven (love how I go from numbers to spellings? Heh, yeah I rock), Meg was freaking out, she refused to eat her salad and got MAD AT ME because I DID eat mine. Yeah. I love that chick. Really I do. In the way that the whole world adores Jessica Simpson when they watch the Newlyweds Show. BUT ANYWAYS...
We met up with Emily P. while standing in line. I. Love. Her. Btw, I'm her new best friend. LOL. She rocks my socks. But anyways, we're not gonna mention how much I despise Meg's friend Britney or how Meg makes me want to vomit sometimes, we're gonna talk about what happened after me and Meg and Emily got inside and squirmed our way into the crowd of people.
First off Emily made fun of me because as we were coming in all the girls got black X's drawn on their hands (the boys probably did too, but they were in a different line so I didn't see them). I don't know why we got the X's, we just did. Anyway, I'm the only girl out of all the girls there that I knew that did not have an X on their hand, but rather what looked like a backwards Y. So Emily told me I was actually a boy because I had "Y chromosomes instead of X chromosomes." Bwhahaha. It's pitiful that even people I don't know are able to see that I'm more boy than girl. *sigh* The tomboy life sucks. lol, but hey, it gave me something to talk about.
Vendetta Red came out first. I've decided I don't like them that much. I had to give the lead singer props for the hair (HE STOLE MY HAIR!) and the fact he can scream at the top of his lungs for an hour straight, but aside from that I didn't care for them. They cursed too much, it made me mad. And their music was LOUD. I'm not talking old people "turn down your music you whippersnappers!" loud, I'm talking burst your eardrums loud. I couldn't hear out of my right ear after the concert and it's STILL ringing THIS VERY SECOND. Yeah. Loudness. Of course, it didn't help that we were standing in front of one of the giant speakers. Heck yes. Talk about feeling the bass-line in your chest man. Geeze. It felt cool having the music throb in my entire body at first, but it started to hurt after a while. Very interesting feeling. Like I had just run a mile in ten flat and my heart was the size of kansas and ready to explode. Yeah, that explains it perfectly, lol. But anyways, that was Vendetta Red. Curly hair. Screaming. Loudness. Perpetual deafness of the Gabby. Free drumstick and guitar picks! Gutter-mouths. lol.
Now, The Ataris! I would buy an Ataris CD after last night. THEY WERE AWESOME! They were really really good. Now remember, I knew barely anything about either band before last night, and now I can say I'm an Ataris "fan" because of all the stuff I've learned over the past 48 hours. Yeah, their set rocked, they really talked to the audience which was AWESOME, they're total 80's freaks which made me giddy with happiness (especially when they did a misfits cover song), and they appeared to be such cool guys. This was the smallest concert I've ever been to, being in a college gym, and I really liked how personal it felt. I managed to sneak my way up to the very front during their encore (which was 4 songs long! Go Ataris!), and that was totally sick. I LOVED it! Got beat up by slam dancers a couple times but I fought back, the bloody bastards. And there were really disgustingly sweaty people there, but that was expected. Them rubbing up against me was, on the other hand, NOT expected, nor was it welcomed. Blegh. But despite that I really enjoyed the show. THERE WAS A BOY WITH A KILT, ROCK ON! A guy with leopard print HAIR, and a matching vest, ROCK ON! A girl with a wicked mohawk, ROCK ON! And just too many random funny people to recount. I may have gone deaf last night and gotten stepped on several times, but it was jammin. I'd go see them again. Their 80's-ness coupled with their fun personalities and the good musicianship was cool. And they let some random guy that called them up (coughSTALKERcough) come up on stage and play one of their songs during the finale. How cool is that? Yeah, that's pretty sick.
Anyway, that's not even the end of my story. After the concert while everyone was shuffling outside, Meg decides she wants to buy something at the T-shirt booth. So we go over and I notice that Vendetta Red is milling about signing autographs. Meg didn't even see them, so I pointed out Curly and shouted so I knew she'd hear, "That's the lead singer right there." Little did I know I'd release a fangirl by that one simple sentence. THE GIRL WAS SHAKING, PEOPLE. YOU WOULD THINK SHE WAS MEETING FREAKING ELVIS OR SOMETHING. Yeah. She was a mindless pile of babbling jell-o. It ticked me off just a little, but at least solved any doubts I had on whether or no I'd act like a fool if I ever met someone I respected in show biz, because I was forced to chat with the poor people to compensate for the idiot standing next to me. Heh. Anyway, she got her picture taken with the lead singer (I chose not to simply because I was still mad at how much he had cursed) and got him to autograph her ticket stub and CD (which she bought there and doesn't even intend to listen to, might I add). I got the guitarist's autograph on my ticket stub and both she and I got our picture taken with him (which I'll show you in a minute). He was cute, he looked kind of tired though. I lied and told him they did really good up there and I enjoyed the show (Heh, I'm a wench) and then proceeded to chat about other inane things. When he came over to pose with us for the picture, noting that Meg had once again done/said something completely incoherent and stupid I said "I bet you get tired of doing this all the time, huh?" and he replied by smiling at me and saying "No, I love it actually" just before wrapping his arm around my waist. Heh. Yeah, should have known better than to ask a stupid question like that. He seemed very nice and gracious and dealt with the teeny bopper to my left, which was cool. I have decided he's all right. lol.
We decided to wait around to see whether the Ataris would come out later or not. Meg bought a DVD they were selling there and gave it to me with implicit instructions to be sure I have the band sign it if I saw them, because she ran the 1/2 mile back to our car to get another camera. Funny thing is there's no re-admission after you leave the arena. Bwahaha. So I stood around a while and waited for her to come back. Some random guy working there was standing by the front door letting everyone know they couldn't come back in, but he let so many people back in anyways, lol. I decided to chit chat with him because he made me laugh. I said "You must have the most boring job in the world," to which he replied "All I really want to do is sit down." So I pointed out a free chair and he went and dragged it back over and sat down. I decided to walk back around the arena a bit to see if I could spot any band members, but came back over to the doors shortly. I watched as this guy let more people back in and started laughing out loud despite myself. He looked over at me with this priceless expression and I couldn't help but speak my mind... "Dude, you SUCK at this job!!" Bwahahaa. I wish I could explain the look he gave me. It was pretty funny. We talked for a bit before he had to run out to help someone with the band's equipment, but he was a funny dude. Cute too. Brought much enjoyment to my after-concert glow.
Anyway, after Meg came back I informed her of the no admittance rule and we decided to leave anyway because one of the roadies told us the Ataris were doing meet & greets in their dressing rooms, so we figured they wouldn't come out for a while and we had a 2 hour drive home ahead of us. But, just as we were turning to leave, that particular roadie ran up and handed Meg Vendetta Red's play list from out of their dressing room. Isn't that cool? He was cute too, actually. lol, but that's besides the point. Meg was walking on air (and still shaking, might I add). So that was pretty much our night, minus the drive home and whatnot. We came back with lots of booty, including
-Autographed Ticket Stubs
-Photos with the Band
-Guitar picks thrown from the stage
-Play list from VD's dressing room
-CD & DVD
Not a bad sweep, eh? So yeah. There you have it. Now are you ready for some pictures? Heee. =D
This was taken outside of the outlet malls when we bought our booty. I decided I had to have pictures of us in our funky make-up (notice the wings coming off my eyelids? Yeah, you can't see nearly how cool my make-up was). Meg had Blue hearts on her face. I think I like mine the best, personally. The bandanna I'm wearing in the picture was later replaced with my new Pirate Skull one, which Bryan Lavoy covets deeply. Bwahaha, I promised I'd buy him one. Also, although you can't see it, I'm wearing black bra straps around my wrist. HOW COOL AM I? HEEEE I was probably the only one there doing THAT! *snort*
This would be Megan and the lead singer from VD. HE STOLE MY HAIR! Anyways, he was very friendly and maybe a little TOO excited that a bunch of teenage girls were all over him all night. *ahem* Yeah. Anyways. Meg gots much love from VD.
And THIS right here would be the awesome guitarist that I've decided I love so much. He didn't seem phased by the weird make-up, although he was looking over at his girlfriend as if to say "I'm not making contact with them I swear!" as he had his arms around us for the picture. Heh. Gotta love it.
There are more pics, but that's the basic gist of it. Notice I decided to go with my "Gabby - MISTRESS OF THE NIGHT!" look that night? Yeah. I was jammin' with my pirate/rock/punk attire. Not really punk. Slightly punk, mostly rock. But there you have it.
Oh, one more thing. Meg was telling me on the way home about how annoying Jessica Simpson was and how mad she made her when watching the Newlyweds Show. Meg doesn't realize that everyone thinks she's exactly like Jessica Simpson. So when Meg said "Can anyone be any more stupid than that?" all I could do was bite my lip and reply "It's hard to say." We love Meg, we do, but refusing to talk to me for half the concert because I wouldn't walk her to the bathrooms (and therefore she held it all night) is just a little... yeah. Not talking about it.
Don't you wish you were cool enough to hang out at concerts with me and my friends now? Heeeee!
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And dont feel bad - I recognized him in the batting cage, too. I was like "hmmm.... looks like sexy sweaty lawrence brother..." and lo and be hold, IT WAS! My parents thought I was nuts, I had to explain to them who he is.
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Waaaaaaaay too much random knowledge stuffed in our craniums, eh?
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I get way too much entertainment value out of Bravo. I need to stop. But they've got West Wing! And Queer Eye! And The Restaurant!
Waaaaaaaay too much time. I'm thinking of watching Mulan again.
Help?
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Go Mulan!!
"My ancestors sent a little lizzard to help me?"
"HEY--DRAGON. I don't do that tongue thing."
"Citizens! I need fire power!"
"Who are you?!"
"Your worst nightmare..."
"Phew! That was close!"
"NO, that was VILE!"
"You are one lucky bug."
"*sniffle* Lookit our little girl, all grown up and *sniff* saving China!"
"If you ask me, she should have brought home a MA--"
"Excuse me, could you tell me where I can find Mulan?"
*they point*
"Thank you."
"Ooo WEE! Sign me up for the next war!"
"Would you like to stay for dinner?"
"Would you like to stay forever?!"
I could go on if I wanted to. :D
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*sigh* the only movie/tv show/song/anything that I actually *like* Donny Osmond in.
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*shakes fist*
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