so i was thinking about last night, and there really are no words. NO WORDS I TELL YOU!!! but i must say, my world was thoroughly rocked…seriously, absolutely, mind-blowingly rocked.
and before you get your mind steeped in gutterful thoughts, it wasn’t like that! i was with jetta damnit! …wait…not with jetta with jetta, but she was there. we both were…
AT THE CONCERT PEOPLE!!! JEBUS!
He he he…ANYWAYS…on to more important things, so like, i totally won tickets to see staind, in concert, live. *dies* can you believe it? hell i already saw the show and can’t believe it! i have pictures and video and souveniers and still can’t fucking believe it! *dies again*
do you have any idea how much they fucking rocked? seriously, do you? omfg, you totally can’t. it was…oh it was awesome. i’d say it was orgasmic, but i’m not sure if that paints it in the right light, ya know…*shudder* it was definitely amazing. i mean, the lights, the sounds, oh holy hell…mike is the coolest guitarist ever…and aaron totally rocked my world.
(yes, i’ve put myself on a first-name basis with the happiful band because i absolutely love the fuck out of them, okay, got a problem with that? nope, didn’t think so)
well, oh holy shit fuck! i almost thought we wouldn’t get in, because they were all ‘blah blah free blah blah club capacity blah blah early arrival blah blah blahdee blah blah’ and jetta and i were freakin’ and starving and totally psyched. and we were all thinking, ‘damn if we wasn’t so flat we could flash the staff dudes at the Door O’ Uglies and get through now!’ and, the mind bullets were in full effect, yo. cuz she totally almost ate tiny-headed, freedom fry girl…LMFAO. i wonder how THAT would have affected our chances of getting in. cuz there was an assload of people waiting in line! omfg…
let me reiterate how starvingful jetta was:
pineapple: you so would’ve eated tiny head girl
jetta: and im like imma eat u
jetta: wow so hungry all the time
jetta: yeah i was so bout to eat here her
jetta: then we might not have gotten in…so sad
jetta: she really did sense the danger
jetta: she was like peace fries? kinda like freedom fries
pineapple: HAHAH
lesson learned: never underestimate the hunger of the jetta! (and always have food around to placate her)
so then they were like ‘ladies to the left! men to the right!’ for friskyful purposes and ultimately foisting jetta & me up to the front of the line by virtue of very small chest…*cheers* girl power!
and then we got into the avalon. OMG. such a cool club. it had these circle-super-duper-freaking-awesome lights, like the lil ball things that you can like touch, and sparks go to your hands and…WEEEEEEEEE!!!!! (also note: 90% of the past three days the only noise i could make was EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! and it totally wasn’t voluntary or anything…it was like uncontrolled euphoric wigging out…and i suffered roughly #9347598379104 head explosions…since i found out won the freaking tickets. no, seriously…seriously!)
oh dear lord, and after standing around and watching roadies for a million and one eternities they. came. on!!! *dies yet again* omfg…first it was the drummer, then it was freaking bass player, then the guitarist and then the singer…aka aaron lewis…OMFG!!! OMFG!!! OMFG!!
ohhh and they opened with a hella kickass song…ALL of their songs were hella kickass! they played Fade! Pressure! Epiphany! Waste! It’s Been A While! *dies* EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! OH! and the new stuff! *swoons* AND I GOT PICTURES!!! AND VIDEOCLIPS!! *dies*
and the guitarist, Mike, totally rocked my freaking world. he was so super-dee-duper intense! furthermore, i was in a freaking mosh pit! with jetta! gettin’ down in that dancery!! omfg…
*takes a deep breath*
i need to pause…OH WAIT!! and the people…there were a valley of short folk in front of us, even though we were ridiculous close to the stage! (EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!) like, the short folk were made for jetta and i to see through…or over, as the case may be (no offense, midget) but seriously…short folk!!! hehehe…even like, really wee lil dude with a white cap that jetta claims was checking me out, but whatevercakes…
oh! and apparently it’s totally okay for mens to be like spittin’ game at you at concerts even when they so clearly have NONE! bwah! some random drunken dude came up to jetta in the end and was like ‘tell your friend she’s beautiful’ (that would be me) so jetta did, all joking like. and i thinks to myself, ‘self, clearly he means jetta…besides, i’ve been moshing, in a crowded cramped space smothered in the body heat of all the other rabid staind fans in the metro area and encased in my broiling hot leather jacket all evening…i’m a walking sweatsack of moshed out goo…uck’ and she’s like ‘no he meant you.’ or some such other nonsense. and i’m like…wtfe. and THEN doopey drunken dude comes over and is like ‘no, really, you are.’ uhhh…? wha?
and he proceeds to be like ‘my name is…’ you know what? i never actually caught that fiznool’s name…lmfao…because i totally turned away to talk to jetta as we stood there, all freaking awed and totally rocked. and he’s like what’s ur name? uhhh…like, dude, no.
no, seriously…no.
taken woman here, people! c’mon! recognize!!!
anyway, he’s all ‘it’s okay, i gots a girlfriend!’ and i’m like…uh…whatevercakes…no one cares. ‘so it’s okay if i talk to you.’ like, who cleared that with me??? nobody, thankyouverymuch! grrr! and he’s all…blah blah blah ‘girlfriend’ blah blah blah. and then ‘do you have a boyfriend.’ and i’m like YES! for the love of all things holy and sacred…YES!! and he’s all ‘i’ve been with my girl 7 of 8 years…8 years now…’ and i’m like ‘little man, wtf.’ and he’s like, ‘how long with your man.’ i flash him three fingers and smile and turn back to jetta for the millionth time cuz mr. interruptus is totally not leaving and i’m thinking to myself…’read between the lines, fiznool’ as i flash the stupid three fingers…grrr…and he’s like…oh.
wtf? you think i’ll hook up with y’all if you spit stupid ass drunken game at me? please…homie don’t play that. furthermore, i was totally riding high on my concert buzz…all tingly and awed and…EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
and not even stupid drunken fiznools can ruin that for me, ya heard!
and on a final note, wendy’s fucking rules.
that is all
xoxo
edited because i forgot to mention the door of uglies! lmfao…there was this side door of the club where the fugliest people came out of when jetta and i were waiting in line. we figured maybe it was so the band was to look more attractiveable…but BWAH! it provided amusement during our wait in the world’s longest line…hehehe…door of uglies…
