MY EARS ARE STILL RINGING!! *screaming unintentionally*
Holy frickin crap!! This is without a doubt one of the best days OF MY LIFE!!!!! Seriously, I may never top it. There’s probably no point in continuing on with life now.
Let me tell you how frickin close I was to BLUE FRICKIN OYSTER CULT!! Let me tell you. I could see the SWEAT pouring off of their faces. It was a general admission concert and we drove twelve hours to get there. I was NOT going to be in the back. I was in the SECOND ROW of people. Second row!! As in there was this old stoner dude and then ME!! Him and some speakers between us. All of five feet TOPS!!!!! Oh, and you know what else?! Last song okay. They’re playing ‘Hot Rails to Hell’ and I try to hand my camera to the old stoner dude to get him to take a picture for me. DUDE!! He grabs me by the shoulders and makes me stand in front of him for my pictures. FRONT ROW WITH BLUE OYSTER CULT!! *unworthy* O____O And when I was done (more on that later) he made me stay there since it was the final song. I WAS IN THE FRONT ROW WITH BLUE OYSTER CULT FOR AN ENTIRE FRICKIN SONG!! They were RIGHT THERE!! OAO

My gosh. I may never recover.

Gah, and they played some good ones too, man. ‘Cities on Flames with Rock and Roll’, ‘Burnin for You’, lots of good ones. And when they did ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper’ (cause you know they did) they had the guy who produced their first couple of albums come up on stage. And they (I think there were only two original members) gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and it was so sweet. And then!! The guy played the cowbell for the song!! Hahahahaha!! XD

The guy playing bass was awesome. Like he was so cool. Not an original member, but he’s not a nobody. Guy used to play in White Snake and with Ozzy Osbourne. >o> He was great. <3

Two things happened this night that’ll probably never happen again. (Three if you include the fact that I may never see them in concert again. T__T) One, I got some attitude with some girls. (I’m so nice, ya know.) And two, I almost got in trouble with security. >__>
At first the opening band is playing, right? (Cover band. Did a lot of great songs like ‘Enter Sandman’ by Metallica, but I still wanted them off the stage after they stayed there for an hour and a half!) Well, it’s after they’ve left the stage and BOC is about to come out. And these girls, three or four of them, come up between us and the people in the front row, arms linked. Well, they stand there for a little while, not moving. And I’m like, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where you think you goin???” And this girl turns to me with some attitude and says, “To find my mom. You got a problem with that?” With just as much attitude, I responded, “If you’re going to stand there and not move, then YEAH I got a problem with it.” (Once again, twelve hour drive, not getting pushed back by three prissy princesses.) And then the stoner dude in front of me and these two other guys behind me start in on them saying things like, “Well, you ain’t gonna find your mommy standing there little girl.” And we totally ganged up on them. She ran off threatening to tell security. Tell them what, I’m not sure. But there were guards right there so she had her chance. :eyeroll:
Which brings me to the second thing… It’s the last song, right? And I’m taking pictures with the camera I have. And I cannot (still can’t) for the life of me get the flash to go off. So I’m taking my pictures (FROM THE FRONT FRICKIN ROW) and the flash is going off. I got my last one (I took about four) and the security guard, standing two feet from me, taps me on the shoulder and gives me this… look. >___> I just waved my hands harmlessly yelling, “Last one. I’m done.” Scary…

There was this cute security guard too on the other side of the stage. He had the stocky security build, but such a cute face and pretty eyes. We got a picture with him after the concert. rofl. XDD And if I were to look at the video either of us took at the concert, I would be able to see the stage with the occasional pan to the left so as to get him. Hahaha.

The audience was mostly older, ya know. Not really surprised. But there were still some high school kids next to us. We got tagged with these plastic bracelets going in, and for the longest time, we couldn’t figure out what they meant because there were two different colors. We had red, other people had blue. Finally, I took notice of the people as we were standing around waiting for things to start. And then I replayed some little thing I had heard the lady said as we walked in. “Under eighteen.” T3T But… but we’re twenty. Do we have that serious a case of baby face? I mean, the bracelets probably had to do with drinking, and we’re still not old enough for that, but still… And then the high schoolers next to us engage us in conversation during a break. Asking us what grade we were in. “Sophomores.” And then she responded with, “Oh, so you’re a year under me then. I’m a junior at the high school here.” Then we turn all sad. “Noooo. Sophomores in college.” T___T
All the old people there were drunk. And the stoner dude in front of me left for a little while to… get stoned. Seriously. He came back telling the woman he was with that he went to the bathroom to light up. I could smell it, man. And let me tell you!! The lady he was with?! Me and her are probably legally married by now. I mean, good grief!! I have never, NEVER had anyone that close to me for so long. After two hours of her laying (I’m not kidding) on me and grinding (not kidding) against me, I finally had to swap places with my friend. THE LADY FOLLOWED ME!! T^T Do not want!! Do not want!! And occasionally we would still swap back and forth for a better view of the stage, and that woman either followed me or didn’t grind against my friend at all. Seriously, do not want. >A<

I CAME WITHIN A FOOT OF CATCHING A PICK!!!! I can describe it to you. That’s how close. It had the logo on it and everything. T__T But this guy, this JERKY middle-aged man pushed me out of the way. Jerk. And it wasn’t just that one time. They threw like four or five picks offstage and he knocked me over every time until the very last one when he actually got it. …………jerk.

Man, my feet are killing me. (Standing for more than four hours with sand getting in my shoes and rubbing against my heel.) My back is killing me. My ears are STILL ringing so that I’m yelling unnecessarily. (Phone call to family: “I’m going to start off whispering. Because I don’t know how loud I’m being. I will slowly get louder. You tell me when.” - “Stop yelling at me! Don’t go louder!” ) I’m so hot (darn hot Florida weather) and thirsty (downed a bottle of water in less than two minutes). BUT I WOULD DO IT ALL AGAIN!!! IN LESS THAN A HEARTBEAT!!!!! <3 <3 <3


I smell like sweat (not all mine), booze (not mine), cigarettes (not mine), pot (mine… j/k. j/k.), and more sweat. And I am too tired to take a shower. *splashes around in the sink* 8D


THANK YOU FOR READING!! YOU’VE BEEN GREAT!! \m/>A<\m/
Don’t feel obligated to reply. I’m mostly just typing this out for myself. So I’ll have this journal to look back on and remember this, the most holy of nights.

Gonna go watch some Supernatural now. Because I actually brought the boxsets and this room has a DVD player. <3