My friend Lauren had a kid while I was deployed and has been caring for the kid by herself for the last four monthes with nobody helping her. She needed a break badly, so I took her with me to the warped tour as her birthday gift. Found a babysitter for the next two days and bought the tickets, all she had to do was drive us here becuase it was he 4th of July the night before and I can celebrate te birth of our nation without jugle Juice.The morning didn't start out well, she got locked out of her house becasue her roomate was sleeping and locked her out and she needed to change badly. After she got changed, we hit the road to Dallas. We talked about a myraid of different subjects from handling her spawn to what I want as a gift for my birthday. The brithday subject became a huge fight becasue I didn't know what I wanted and she kept harrassing me saying I was too damn modest. I guess she wasn't paying attention to her speedometer because she got pulled over for going 80 in a 60 zone. I had a huge laugh over it, because we had see police pull people over seven times before her. After that we made it to the concert with thrity minutes to spare, though as soon we park, a couple come up to the car and start talking to us about buddhism. They were nice and pushy like other fanatics I have met so we talked for a few minutes and they left. Once they were gone, I snuck out half a bottle of everclear, two gallons of gatorate and a few bottles of weird mountain dew flavors and pour all of them into our camlebacks to sneak in. I ain't paying nine dollars for a beer, much less 12 for a margrita in a paper cup.We got trapped for an hour tring to find the other stages, for a mear two bucks, i cn get a map of everything! Fuck that! We find the main stage halfway through The Ataris playing, which was small when we got there but when they played their hit Boys Of Summer, it got insanly packed and then half the crowd took off afterward and the set wasn't even over. We strolled around for an while, I was mad at her because she didn't want to see Anti-Flag and we both hated 3OH!3, so we found some cool merch and ate becasue the death mix was getting us. I had to stop, because i had to drive back. We got in in ful swing after our small meal and went moshing to Chiodos. I was really having a good time, mostly during the death wall. It was like a being in a medevial battle while hardcore was vibrating in the air. The day seemed to be fixing itself when then Less then Jake came up to play. I was stanking in the circle, when some fucking douchbag steals my new brown hat that Lauren just bought me. I waited on on the edge till I saw the fucker, he was wearing it! Rage took over after that and I speared his ass once he swung by the second time. He shouldn't have stolen my hat, I thing everyone can understand that. I didn't get in trouble, hell, everone was clapping and cheering about it. Some kid ran up to me afterward telling me that he was a dick, pulling off girls bikinis at the show. I felt even more justafied, if only I could have gotten a picture of it. Here are some of the tour:
We finshed the tour with Underoath and Bad Religion, although Lauren was in bad shape. She was hitting on any tinny-bopper that had a shirt of a band she liked or on any guy without his shirt on, chisled or not. She felt bad for me, cause I was watching over her and wanted to mosh to Bad Religion since I bouhgt the tickets. So I snuck her in the VIP section to sit and chill while I raised hell in mosh pit. It wasn't hard to get her in there cause she was drunk and most of the VIP's were guys. I slamed head first in to the pit, steamrolling guys left and right. Lauren to me afterwards that She saw peope geting thrown up into the crowd and surfing to saftey. Best moment of the tour! I only stayed in the pit for a few songs cause I was worried and got back to her. She helped we get in there saying I was her boyfriend and she held on to my arm for the rest of the set. The VIP dudes creeped her out and after my slaughter in the pit, they didn't want to really fuck with me. The rest of the night wasn't to eventful, I drove back home while she passed out, diving after all that at 11 at night sucks. I almost fell asleep behind the wheel. We got back to her place and once again she was locked out. So we crash at our friend Shaffer's house. I was so dead tired, I got a shower in and passed out on the floor, without my shoes by the way. I wake up the next moring to the baby, codename: Little Looseneck, staring at me like I fucking Santa. That when I look at my hand and see that I have been Sharpied all over. They got me! For a few seconds I as mad, because I had takin my shoes off, but then I relised that if I can't take a joke then fuck me. All in all, good and bad times make a good story, but to make a punk rawk show; you gotta bleed!
Hell yea, glad you had fun bro.