There were various assorted horror-billy bands there as well. Not my preferred genre, but it was nice to get out. I had to sit through some shitty screamo though...like the Pink Spiders.
That sucked.
I hated one band so much that when the frontman came out into the crowd to watch the other bands, I punched him. LOL
Speaking of roughing people up...
There was this balding old man there with glasses and one of those awful 80's Christmas sweaters on. Looked like Mr. Rogers a bit. Anyway, he was dancing disturbingly close behind me when I was up front during Horrorpops. He seemed to have trouble "Accidentally" touching me, then he moved next to me and went for my hand! What old man holds my hand??
I then made a realization, and a smile creeped across my face gradually as melting butter.
I was in a moshpit in the front. I could do whatever I wanted to.
So I spat in his face and stomped his ******** a** hardcore. lol I annihilated him. I hit him with everything I had. He looked so surprised flying across the floor. Should have broken his glasses.
I then waited for a pause in the music when the the front-woman was about to speak, and I called out a riot on him. I turned around to the crowd and screamed out what he did and he got moshed to the back. He tried to act like he didn't understand. People were yelling "YEAH!! GET SWEATER-GUY!!" XD That guy was ***** 2008.
Besides that I had a great time. I had forgotten I supposed to go until my friend Britt showed up to take me there like a split second after I got off the phone with Rabi (Masti).
It was gratifying to protect a really puny dude I met there by the stage. He looked terrified. I said "Would you like me to keep them off of you?"
He nodded. I think I enjoyed the idea of having that job more than the show itself.
(^Found his Myspace later)
Protecting a 23 year old man at 16 makes one feel badass, I admit. I also made friends with his green-mohawked girlfriend who also helped me push around the 'ol pervert.
They weren't supposed to cuss, they said. It was in their contract for the show, so I waited for a pause and yelled 'AWWWW, ********!!!" And then everyone started cussing, so she ended up cussing anyway. That made me feel cool as well.
I talked to all the people who played (Except Horrorpops; she was sick sad ) after the show outside. By then they were mostly drunken and sweaty and tired, but we had some pleasant chats.
I guess that's sums it all up.
I know all of this was random spewing of ideas. I'm sick and tired at 3 AM, but I wanted to tell you all about this while it was fresh on my mind, so do excuse me.
-Annie-
