So boys and girls, are you ready for the story of the Mindless Self Indulgence concert?
Nah. Nevermind. You're not ready.
I got to the Metro and the opening act, whose name I didn't catch but who absolutely sucked, were about halfway through their set. I took the opportunity to pass out a lot of Curiosity business cards and put them next to the flyers and junk. I also gave one to everyone who gave *me* a lame band flyer, which I thought was ingenius.
I tried to get as close as possible to the stage, and when MSI came out, I was immediately compressed into pulp. So I stayed in the back for a little while, until I said fuck it and spent the rest of the show in the heat of the pit, center stage, inches from Jimmy's face.
He mentioned that there is an MSI curse, where anyone he has made out with will not have a successful band. I thought breifly of my friend Kyle, who 1. has a band and 2. has made out with Jimmy.
The highlights were when Jimmy brushed and flossed his teeth, and then when he took off his pants.
He did an hour signing after the show. I noticed he was signing shoes and shirts and vinyl way, way quicker than he was signing CDs, paper and tickets, so I took off my bra and handed it to him. He grabbed it right away.
I think it's interesting how his signature could either read "Urine" or "Criny."
I missed Linz trying to get to Jimmy, but I had Kitty sign my ticket, and then I talked to Steve for a bit and gave him Curiosity contact info. He seemed genuinely interested, which sort of freaked me out.
By that time Jimmy only had about 10 minutes before taking off, so I got back in line and got him to kiss me. He didn't make out with me, though, which was sort of a shame because if my band fails, I really would like to be able to blame it on him.
Curi.
Nah. Nevermind. You're not ready.
I got to the Metro and the opening act, whose name I didn't catch but who absolutely sucked, were about halfway through their set. I took the opportunity to pass out a lot of Curiosity business cards and put them next to the flyers and junk. I also gave one to everyone who gave *me* a lame band flyer, which I thought was ingenius.
I tried to get as close as possible to the stage, and when MSI came out, I was immediately compressed into pulp. So I stayed in the back for a little while, until I said fuck it and spent the rest of the show in the heat of the pit, center stage, inches from Jimmy's face.
He mentioned that there is an MSI curse, where anyone he has made out with will not have a successful band. I thought breifly of my friend Kyle, who 1. has a band and 2. has made out with Jimmy.
The highlights were when Jimmy brushed and flossed his teeth, and then when he took off his pants.
He did an hour signing after the show. I noticed he was signing shoes and shirts and vinyl way, way quicker than he was signing CDs, paper and tickets, so I took off my bra and handed it to him. He grabbed it right away.
I think it's interesting how his signature could either read "Urine" or "Criny."
I missed Linz trying to get to Jimmy, but I had Kitty sign my ticket, and then I talked to Steve for a bit and gave him Curiosity contact info. He seemed genuinely interested, which sort of freaked me out.
By that time Jimmy only had about 10 minutes before taking off, so I got back in line and got him to kiss me. He didn't make out with me, though, which was sort of a shame because if my band fails, I really would like to be able to blame it on him.
Curi.
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hope to see you out soon!