Badass weekend fueled by booze & metal.
Iron Maiden was EPIC, Dream Theater was great, the entire evening was incredible. I particularly enjoyed the dinner of Taco Bell, tall boys of PBR, and Twinkies. Needless to say, the boyfriend won major points for orchestrating the whole thing.
Earlier in the week we decided to stay in a hotel after the show and take Friday off to go to the the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Typical touristy shit, but fun nonetheless. The museum was pretty interesting, but nothing to write home about. The memorabilia pretty much centered on Bruce Springsteen, The Beatles, Elvis and a whole mess of Soul, rap, and R&B. There was very little metal, rock, or punk, which surprised me. Metallica was inducted last year and there was NOTHING related to them. There was very little for the Ramones, nothing for KISS, or Judas Priest, nothing for Sabbath or for Dio. Of course there was nothing at all for Maiden...except for the hundred or so people wearing their shirts. It was almost like all of us were silently protesting the fact that they haven't been inducted yet. A random employee even said that on any given day there are always at least twenty Iron Maiden shirts. I laughed and mentally tried to keep tally, losing count after 70-something. We hit up the store after we finished, and ended up dropping a ton on vinyl that we could have gotten at home or online. Afterward, we took a walk up the pier, people-watched for a little bit until my skin started turning pink, and then went for a late lunch/early happy hour at the House of Blues. Dollar domestics and half-priced drinks and appetizers. Mmmmmm.
We headed home after lunch and, after about an hour and a half, stopped at an outlet mall so we could walk around and stretch our legs. The place was essentially a ghost town for a Friday evening. We walked and talked for about an hour, occasionally stopping in stores to look. I hate shopping (with the exception of online) so I was content just strolling around outside. Feeling refreshed, we got back in the car in drove the remaining stretch home.
Saturday we slept in until 2:30, trying to play catch-up for the previous two days. Played in bed for awhile, showered, then went down to Athens for Brew Week. Caught up with a few old friends, had some dinner, then headed back and went out to a local bar for more drinks.
Today, we slept in until 3ish again, showered, and ended up laying around until True Blood, like a couple of lazy bastards.
A perfect (long) weekend.
Iron Maiden was EPIC, Dream Theater was great, the entire evening was incredible. I particularly enjoyed the dinner of Taco Bell, tall boys of PBR, and Twinkies. Needless to say, the boyfriend won major points for orchestrating the whole thing.
Earlier in the week we decided to stay in a hotel after the show and take Friday off to go to the the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Typical touristy shit, but fun nonetheless. The museum was pretty interesting, but nothing to write home about. The memorabilia pretty much centered on Bruce Springsteen, The Beatles, Elvis and a whole mess of Soul, rap, and R&B. There was very little metal, rock, or punk, which surprised me. Metallica was inducted last year and there was NOTHING related to them. There was very little for the Ramones, nothing for KISS, or Judas Priest, nothing for Sabbath or for Dio. Of course there was nothing at all for Maiden...except for the hundred or so people wearing their shirts. It was almost like all of us were silently protesting the fact that they haven't been inducted yet. A random employee even said that on any given day there are always at least twenty Iron Maiden shirts. I laughed and mentally tried to keep tally, losing count after 70-something. We hit up the store after we finished, and ended up dropping a ton on vinyl that we could have gotten at home or online. Afterward, we took a walk up the pier, people-watched for a little bit until my skin started turning pink, and then went for a late lunch/early happy hour at the House of Blues. Dollar domestics and half-priced drinks and appetizers. Mmmmmm.
We headed home after lunch and, after about an hour and a half, stopped at an outlet mall so we could walk around and stretch our legs. The place was essentially a ghost town for a Friday evening. We walked and talked for about an hour, occasionally stopping in stores to look. I hate shopping (with the exception of online) so I was content just strolling around outside. Feeling refreshed, we got back in the car in drove the remaining stretch home.
Saturday we slept in until 2:30, trying to play catch-up for the previous two days. Played in bed for awhile, showered, then went down to Athens for Brew Week. Caught up with a few old friends, had some dinner, then headed back and went out to a local bar for more drinks.
Today, we slept in until 3ish again, showered, and ended up laying around until True Blood, like a couple of lazy bastards.
A perfect (long) weekend.
stirfry:
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suicide_blonde:
Well hello new SG friend.