I started today right: slept through my only class of the day (at 11:00, I might add) and then called in sick to work. My nonproductivity is awesome.
Anyway, the reason I called in to work was because Against Me! was playing at The Masquerade tonight with The Bouncing Souls, and I didn't want to miss Against Me's set because of some stupid Alpharetta fucktard who decided it was a wonderful time to browse, not buy, at 8:59. So, instead of going to work, I proceeded to play Halo II and prepare for the show (read: get drunk so as to minimize my expenses while there. Beer at The Masquerade is expensive). Brandon and Flux showed up and we headed downtown.
I'd like to preface the rest of the story by noting that I've been frequenting The Masquerade since I was 14 years old, and I even played a show there once with my abysmal version of a high school metal band. Tonight, seven years later, was the first time I've ever been able to actually buy booze there. Needless to say, I got to' up.
Anyway, when Against Me! came on we hit the dancefloor with a vengence, as usual. They played one of the best sets I've ever seen them play. But the crowd was a bit odd; near the beginning of their set I pulled some douche who was shoving people around aside and told him that push pits are lame, and suggested that he dance instead. He actually took my siggestion, as I had no problems with him for the rest of the evening. But apparently such douchebags are like hydra: after I vanquished one, two more appeared.
Now, keep in mind that by this point I was fairly blitzed and pumped up at watching my favorite band play. One of the douchebags wouldn't take my advise and kept shoving people around, so I grabbed his hat and threw it into the crowd. Immature: yes. Hilarious: also yes. I told you I was drunk. But even after that, he kept up the douchebaggery. So, during one of my favorite songs, I flug myself into the fray and began dancing and throwing windmills into the kid as fast as possible. Not suprisingly, he soon backed off. Pussy. Maybe next time he'll think twice about pushing smaller kids around like that. Probably not, but it was still satisfying.
I was about to unleash more of the same on this fat kid who wore one of those "I'm huge and I'm tough so I can push people around!" looks, when tragedy struck. My stomach suddenly began convulsing like I'd swallowed a live badger, and I felt a retch steadily rising in my throat. I never leave the crowd during a show; it's only happened once before, at my first concert ever when I was 14, and that was because of a sudden assault of food poisoning. But, in a sad display of aging, I had to get out of the pit tonight. Lame. Even worse, I was too busy trying to hold the contents of my stomach in for the last few songs of the set to even sing, let alone dance. And, of course, these last few songs included some of my favorites. Ahh, hubris.
Apparently Against Me! is getting really damn popular, too; after their set the crowd started chanting for an encore. Against Me! wasn't even the closing band. The first time I saw them was in a small room with a capacity of about 80, and it wasn't even full. Crazy.
After their set, Flux and I ran into Mike, the third wearer of the Crysknife tattoo, whom we havan't spoken to since March. We though he hated us for some unknown reason, but apparently that wasn't the case. So that's cool. He was with his best friend, who is another former boyfriend of one of my exes, who was also in attendence. I'm not a big fan of this kid, mostly because he talks a lot of shit behind people's backs but won't say it to their faces or own up to it if called out. Anyway, he began talking shit about said girl right as she walked up, which was hilarious because he then shrunk up and tried to hide.
The Bouncing Sould were pretty cool, but I realized that I have a paper to write tonight so we left a bit early. I'm currently trying to figure out just how to write this paper because I don't have the prompts and I'm still pretty drunk. Woohoo!
Oh yeah, and I somehow managed to get hit right at the top of my pistol tattoo. That's underneath my right arm, right above my armpit for those who don't know. Seriously, how the fuck did I get punched right there? That's so fucking weird!
Anyway, the reason I called in to work was because Against Me! was playing at The Masquerade tonight with The Bouncing Souls, and I didn't want to miss Against Me's set because of some stupid Alpharetta fucktard who decided it was a wonderful time to browse, not buy, at 8:59. So, instead of going to work, I proceeded to play Halo II and prepare for the show (read: get drunk so as to minimize my expenses while there. Beer at The Masquerade is expensive). Brandon and Flux showed up and we headed downtown.
I'd like to preface the rest of the story by noting that I've been frequenting The Masquerade since I was 14 years old, and I even played a show there once with my abysmal version of a high school metal band. Tonight, seven years later, was the first time I've ever been able to actually buy booze there. Needless to say, I got to' up.
Anyway, when Against Me! came on we hit the dancefloor with a vengence, as usual. They played one of the best sets I've ever seen them play. But the crowd was a bit odd; near the beginning of their set I pulled some douche who was shoving people around aside and told him that push pits are lame, and suggested that he dance instead. He actually took my siggestion, as I had no problems with him for the rest of the evening. But apparently such douchebags are like hydra: after I vanquished one, two more appeared.
Now, keep in mind that by this point I was fairly blitzed and pumped up at watching my favorite band play. One of the douchebags wouldn't take my advise and kept shoving people around, so I grabbed his hat and threw it into the crowd. Immature: yes. Hilarious: also yes. I told you I was drunk. But even after that, he kept up the douchebaggery. So, during one of my favorite songs, I flug myself into the fray and began dancing and throwing windmills into the kid as fast as possible. Not suprisingly, he soon backed off. Pussy. Maybe next time he'll think twice about pushing smaller kids around like that. Probably not, but it was still satisfying.
I was about to unleash more of the same on this fat kid who wore one of those "I'm huge and I'm tough so I can push people around!" looks, when tragedy struck. My stomach suddenly began convulsing like I'd swallowed a live badger, and I felt a retch steadily rising in my throat. I never leave the crowd during a show; it's only happened once before, at my first concert ever when I was 14, and that was because of a sudden assault of food poisoning. But, in a sad display of aging, I had to get out of the pit tonight. Lame. Even worse, I was too busy trying to hold the contents of my stomach in for the last few songs of the set to even sing, let alone dance. And, of course, these last few songs included some of my favorites. Ahh, hubris.
Apparently Against Me! is getting really damn popular, too; after their set the crowd started chanting for an encore. Against Me! wasn't even the closing band. The first time I saw them was in a small room with a capacity of about 80, and it wasn't even full. Crazy.
After their set, Flux and I ran into Mike, the third wearer of the Crysknife tattoo, whom we havan't spoken to since March. We though he hated us for some unknown reason, but apparently that wasn't the case. So that's cool. He was with his best friend, who is another former boyfriend of one of my exes, who was also in attendence. I'm not a big fan of this kid, mostly because he talks a lot of shit behind people's backs but won't say it to their faces or own up to it if called out. Anyway, he began talking shit about said girl right as she walked up, which was hilarious because he then shrunk up and tried to hide.
The Bouncing Sould were pretty cool, but I realized that I have a paper to write tonight so we left a bit early. I'm currently trying to figure out just how to write this paper because I don't have the prompts and I'm still pretty drunk. Woohoo!
Oh yeah, and I somehow managed to get hit right at the top of my pistol tattoo. That's underneath my right arm, right above my armpit for those who don't know. Seriously, how the fuck did I get punched right there? That's so fucking weird!
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I promise to read through this entry later, when I'm not about to pass out.