Friday, December 17, 2004
What an event December 16th turned out to be.
Goal: Switchfoot concert in Hartford, Ct. 7 PM.
We didnt have tickets to the show, beforehand, so we were going to wing it and see if we could get some when we arrived. Well after a stressful morning of arguing parents and an afternoon filled with traffic, we picked up our good friends Rob and Emily to attend this night of music mania. We get to the Webster Theatre and Emily and myself jump out of the car to run in and get tickets. We see this humungo line wrapped around all corners of the building. So we ask one girl if the line she was in was part of the ticket buying line....she didnt know. I dont think she knew where she was, she showed us a white piece of paper assuming we knew what it meant. We didnt. So we go to the end of this monster of a line and wait a few minutes. We introduce ourselves to these two winning ticket pedestrians named Keith and Caz. We ask them if they know where to get tickets. They point to a door and explain. I leave the line, and Emily, and go and see if this mother father is sold out yet. Luckily it was not. "4 tickets, please" i stated. I was greeted with a "72 dollas please" i gladly handed over my life savings. lol. Not really, everyone took care of their own ticket. So once Julianna and Rob found parking, they found us. We stood outside for approximately 45 minutes. Mind you its mid December in CT and it was fucking cold as all hell. So we jittered around and enjoyed eachothers company, with our numb selves.
Concert time. When we first walked in we were about in the middle of the room. Not too far from the stage, but enough to wish you were closer. By the time the concert actually started we were two people away from the stage. How did we do it? I have no fucking idea. First Band, Base 2. These guys are really great to see live. I have seen them once before at a Stained concert I attended. I was pleasantly surprised and happy that I could catch their show from 5 feet away. They have a lot of energy and their bass player is fucking hot. Emily and Julianna would agree. Next band? Throne. They certainly had style. Total 80s punk look. I couldnt hear the singer too much, but all I know is I wasnt really enjoying their set. Maybe it was a bad night for them? I dont know, but I was anxiously awaiting some kind of bomb to enter the Webster and put us out of our misery. Sorry, Throne...not my style. JTX was up next. One guy, one guitar...brought the house down. This guy really had a catchy song that every knew...including my sad self. JTX had alot of energy and was overall good. JT gave a girl a phat guitar that I wish I could have gotten a closer look at. Hot. Then it was Switchfoots turn. Played every song I like, had a bountiful amount of energy and really owned that stage. They were awesome, especially from 5 feet away. The bassist, yes another one, was fucking hot! I dont know what it was with bassists tonight but they brought the goods in more ways then one. De-lish. Rob thougth so as well. Lol. Excellent set, better then I expected. I would see them again.
This concert was pack filled with people. It was crazy, I could seriously stop trying to stand and not fall because of how tight packed we all were. This one girl, who we all thought was a cute 12 yr old boy, fainted right infront of us. It was kinda scary. Then a 50 yr old mother started to faint too. Only near us. Whats up with that? Crazy.
After the awesome concert we headed to the car. I think we said "holy bassists" 458 times. Damn.
We leave. Arrive at Central Connecticut State Unniversity. Go into trunk to get out gifts for Rob. Gifts are gone. Wait a minute, check good. Nope. Nothing. Gone. Our backpack is open, and other containers which held personal and practical belongings was gone through. Someone broke in. Fuck. Is this real? Serious? This doesnt really happen, does it? Oh it does. Not only were the gifts gone, but my sisters atm card and cash.....gone. I happen to keep my belongings on me so thank God for that. It fucking sucks. Understandably she was extremely pissed and utterly upset because of this stupid act. She starts crying and all I can think of was "Why us? Why here? Why Now? What the fuck else do we have to deal with in our lives?" etc etc etc. I was pissed. They even stole my perfume, which smelled humpable, and took that. I didnt care too much though, cause it wasnt important. I mean, cmon!!! All we wanted to do was go to a concert, hang with our friends, give Robert his gifts and head the fuck to sleep. Ruined by a momentary action that leads people to feel awful and to fuck up their night. I fucking hate certain people. Why? Just why? I felt awful, but I knew we could cancel the card so no money would be gone. I knew we could replace the gifts. It was just the simple fact that it happened. Yeah, everything can be fixed but it fucking sucks ass to have to go through the breakage. After a while of being pissed off and upset we all got to become our regular selves. For the most part. The worst part is the joy that was taken away from a girl just wanting to give someone something they like. Seeing happiness. Joy. Gone, because of assholes. I felt terrible, but there is noting you can say at the time to make them feel less pain. It sucks. Itll be alright though. Fucking theives. Fuck them.
So after figuring out what to do we all pretty much went our seperate ways. After a bowl of Easy Mac that is. Crazy night. Good and bad. I guess you cant have everything in life without a bit of reality kicking you in the ass. Fuck.
Good night.
Goal: Switchfoot concert in Hartford, Ct. 7 PM.
We didnt have tickets to the show, beforehand, so we were going to wing it and see if we could get some when we arrived. Well after a stressful morning of arguing parents and an afternoon filled with traffic, we picked up our good friends Rob and Emily to attend this night of music mania. We get to the Webster Theatre and Emily and myself jump out of the car to run in and get tickets. We see this humungo line wrapped around all corners of the building. So we ask one girl if the line she was in was part of the ticket buying line....she didnt know. I dont think she knew where she was, she showed us a white piece of paper assuming we knew what it meant. We didnt. So we go to the end of this monster of a line and wait a few minutes. We introduce ourselves to these two winning ticket pedestrians named Keith and Caz. We ask them if they know where to get tickets. They point to a door and explain. I leave the line, and Emily, and go and see if this mother father is sold out yet. Luckily it was not. "4 tickets, please" i stated. I was greeted with a "72 dollas please" i gladly handed over my life savings. lol. Not really, everyone took care of their own ticket. So once Julianna and Rob found parking, they found us. We stood outside for approximately 45 minutes. Mind you its mid December in CT and it was fucking cold as all hell. So we jittered around and enjoyed eachothers company, with our numb selves.
Concert time. When we first walked in we were about in the middle of the room. Not too far from the stage, but enough to wish you were closer. By the time the concert actually started we were two people away from the stage. How did we do it? I have no fucking idea. First Band, Base 2. These guys are really great to see live. I have seen them once before at a Stained concert I attended. I was pleasantly surprised and happy that I could catch their show from 5 feet away. They have a lot of energy and their bass player is fucking hot. Emily and Julianna would agree. Next band? Throne. They certainly had style. Total 80s punk look. I couldnt hear the singer too much, but all I know is I wasnt really enjoying their set. Maybe it was a bad night for them? I dont know, but I was anxiously awaiting some kind of bomb to enter the Webster and put us out of our misery. Sorry, Throne...not my style. JTX was up next. One guy, one guitar...brought the house down. This guy really had a catchy song that every knew...including my sad self. JTX had alot of energy and was overall good. JT gave a girl a phat guitar that I wish I could have gotten a closer look at. Hot. Then it was Switchfoots turn. Played every song I like, had a bountiful amount of energy and really owned that stage. They were awesome, especially from 5 feet away. The bassist, yes another one, was fucking hot! I dont know what it was with bassists tonight but they brought the goods in more ways then one. De-lish. Rob thougth so as well. Lol. Excellent set, better then I expected. I would see them again.
This concert was pack filled with people. It was crazy, I could seriously stop trying to stand and not fall because of how tight packed we all were. This one girl, who we all thought was a cute 12 yr old boy, fainted right infront of us. It was kinda scary. Then a 50 yr old mother started to faint too. Only near us. Whats up with that? Crazy.
After the awesome concert we headed to the car. I think we said "holy bassists" 458 times. Damn.
We leave. Arrive at Central Connecticut State Unniversity. Go into trunk to get out gifts for Rob. Gifts are gone. Wait a minute, check good. Nope. Nothing. Gone. Our backpack is open, and other containers which held personal and practical belongings was gone through. Someone broke in. Fuck. Is this real? Serious? This doesnt really happen, does it? Oh it does. Not only were the gifts gone, but my sisters atm card and cash.....gone. I happen to keep my belongings on me so thank God for that. It fucking sucks. Understandably she was extremely pissed and utterly upset because of this stupid act. She starts crying and all I can think of was "Why us? Why here? Why Now? What the fuck else do we have to deal with in our lives?" etc etc etc. I was pissed. They even stole my perfume, which smelled humpable, and took that. I didnt care too much though, cause it wasnt important. I mean, cmon!!! All we wanted to do was go to a concert, hang with our friends, give Robert his gifts and head the fuck to sleep. Ruined by a momentary action that leads people to feel awful and to fuck up their night. I fucking hate certain people. Why? Just why? I felt awful, but I knew we could cancel the card so no money would be gone. I knew we could replace the gifts. It was just the simple fact that it happened. Yeah, everything can be fixed but it fucking sucks ass to have to go through the breakage. After a while of being pissed off and upset we all got to become our regular selves. For the most part. The worst part is the joy that was taken away from a girl just wanting to give someone something they like. Seeing happiness. Joy. Gone, because of assholes. I felt terrible, but there is noting you can say at the time to make them feel less pain. It sucks. Itll be alright though. Fucking theives. Fuck them.
So after figuring out what to do we all pretty much went our seperate ways. After a bowl of Easy Mac that is. Crazy night. Good and bad. I guess you cant have everything in life without a bit of reality kicking you in the ass. Fuck.
Good night.
Thursday, December 16, 2004
A Blog Entry. Christmas is next Saturday. I have $60 dollars to my name. A concert will be gone to tomorrow. How the hell am I buying gifts?
I guess its not about the gifts, nor the material things. When ya got a gift for moms and not dads you cant go "well its not about the gifts" and then proceed to give moms a gift and leave pops there to watch her open it. Not right. I will finish though. I am getting a Christmas bonus in my check as of this coming wednesday, so that should help. I cant believe it is the 16th, already. Where has the time gone.
I will be attenting a Switchfoot concert tonight, if we can get tickets. I hope we can, because that would be an awesome show to attend. Rob, Emily, Julianna and myself will be head-banging.
I am tired and this entry is random...
...but an entry none the less.
End.
I guess its not about the gifts, nor the material things. When ya got a gift for moms and not dads you cant go "well its not about the gifts" and then proceed to give moms a gift and leave pops there to watch her open it. Not right. I will finish though. I am getting a Christmas bonus in my check as of this coming wednesday, so that should help. I cant believe it is the 16th, already. Where has the time gone.
I will be attenting a Switchfoot concert tonight, if we can get tickets. I hope we can, because that would be an awesome show to attend. Rob, Emily, Julianna and myself will be head-banging.
I am tired and this entry is random...
...but an entry none the less.
End.
