Fun FUN FUN! Except it was THE longest day of my life.
I spent 3 hours yesterday morning making the drive to Barrie...three hours? What the bloodclot is that? I hope that none of you will know the heartache that comes with seeing the sign that says "Barrie - 68" when you're averaging 25 km/h.
Our Warped Tour began with the lovely and talented Millencolin...le Sar bear loves her some Millencolin! They were wicked. (Oh and I forgot my camera, so no pics until Party sends me hers.) Then Thrice came on and we wanted to die...the pit was ridiculous and I accidentally punched some guy, who turned around and punched the guy beside me in retaliation. Ha! I also elbowed a chick in the back, but that was on purpose and because she deserved it. Cunty face.
Sooo after surviving Thrice, we went to watch Funeral for a Friend and checked out the merch tents. Caught the Halifax set before going back to the main stage for Atreyu. They were AMAZING and I'm definitely listening to them more now. Nothin' like a band covering Bon Jovi with a little screamo action. After a little Fall Out Boy and Offspring, Party and I left her b-friend at Saosin and we went to Bedouin Soundclash and lit up a joint...it was CRAZY. Their singer/guitarist is sooo freakin' cute, and they had the hottest groupies AND roadies/hangers-on ever. It was like the Arcade Fire at Coachella...bit of Canadian buzz really got around, and it seemed like millions of people were crowded around one of the mini stages for a cute little Toronto band. I'm glad I was high, but it's not why it was so awesome.
Back at the main stage, we saw Senses Fail...then I made my escape to head back to the T-dot to continue the rock marathon. But just before I left, I detoured past the Bedouin merch tent to see if they had any cute tees, and there was the hot singer boy, signing autographs for slutty chicks. I didn't know what to do, since Party had informed me earlier that the GIANT DUST CLOUD that perpetuated itself over the entire park had embedded some of itself in my face...so anything not covered by my sunglasses was a lovely dirty mess. To paint a picture for you, I basically looked like an unshaven Eastern European woman. So was I about to go up to this cutie poo and get an autograph? Errrrr ahh, no. But I did stand 2 feet away from him while I pretended to be looking at t-shirts, and he is very pretty.
I stopped off at Jeffer's house for a little rub-a-dub-scrub in his shower of awesomeness before going downtown to Death From Above 1979, but about two minutes after I set foot in the Horseshoe, I was dripping with sweat again. Clearly, they had no air conditioning. Whatever.
During the opening band, there was this dude in front of me with a really cute blimp graphic on the back of his t-shirt...so as I was still pseudo-stoned from the Bedouin set, I started daydreaming about my t-shirt designs that I swear to God I will do one day, even if it's not for a long time...but whatever...so then DFA goes on stage and for fux sake, the guy with the cute t-shirt was fuckin' Sebastien.
(This is what he wore after he took his shirt off...some might say, even more lovely!)
Had I known, Chanel, I would so have humped his leg like I promised I would if I met him. I'm sowwy!
But I rocked out with my cack out, and I bought this cute and snazzy t-shirt...
...and the button. But not the sticker. Stickers are for suckas.
And yeah, then I went back to the Jeff's for some more weed and love sauce. The end.
Gooooood night.
I spent 3 hours yesterday morning making the drive to Barrie...three hours? What the bloodclot is that? I hope that none of you will know the heartache that comes with seeing the sign that says "Barrie - 68" when you're averaging 25 km/h.
Our Warped Tour began with the lovely and talented Millencolin...le Sar bear loves her some Millencolin! They were wicked. (Oh and I forgot my camera, so no pics until Party sends me hers.) Then Thrice came on and we wanted to die...the pit was ridiculous and I accidentally punched some guy, who turned around and punched the guy beside me in retaliation. Ha! I also elbowed a chick in the back, but that was on purpose and because she deserved it. Cunty face.
Sooo after surviving Thrice, we went to watch Funeral for a Friend and checked out the merch tents. Caught the Halifax set before going back to the main stage for Atreyu. They were AMAZING and I'm definitely listening to them more now. Nothin' like a band covering Bon Jovi with a little screamo action. After a little Fall Out Boy and Offspring, Party and I left her b-friend at Saosin and we went to Bedouin Soundclash and lit up a joint...it was CRAZY. Their singer/guitarist is sooo freakin' cute, and they had the hottest groupies AND roadies/hangers-on ever. It was like the Arcade Fire at Coachella...bit of Canadian buzz really got around, and it seemed like millions of people were crowded around one of the mini stages for a cute little Toronto band. I'm glad I was high, but it's not why it was so awesome.
Back at the main stage, we saw Senses Fail...then I made my escape to head back to the T-dot to continue the rock marathon. But just before I left, I detoured past the Bedouin merch tent to see if they had any cute tees, and there was the hot singer boy, signing autographs for slutty chicks. I didn't know what to do, since Party had informed me earlier that the GIANT DUST CLOUD that perpetuated itself over the entire park had embedded some of itself in my face...so anything not covered by my sunglasses was a lovely dirty mess. To paint a picture for you, I basically looked like an unshaven Eastern European woman. So was I about to go up to this cutie poo and get an autograph? Errrrr ahh, no. But I did stand 2 feet away from him while I pretended to be looking at t-shirts, and he is very pretty.
I stopped off at Jeffer's house for a little rub-a-dub-scrub in his shower of awesomeness before going downtown to Death From Above 1979, but about two minutes after I set foot in the Horseshoe, I was dripping with sweat again. Clearly, they had no air conditioning. Whatever.
During the opening band, there was this dude in front of me with a really cute blimp graphic on the back of his t-shirt...so as I was still pseudo-stoned from the Bedouin set, I started daydreaming about my t-shirt designs that I swear to God I will do one day, even if it's not for a long time...but whatever...so then DFA goes on stage and for fux sake, the guy with the cute t-shirt was fuckin' Sebastien.
(This is what he wore after he took his shirt off...some might say, even more lovely!)
Had I known, Chanel, I would so have humped his leg like I promised I would if I met him. I'm sowwy!
But I rocked out with my cack out, and I bought this cute and snazzy t-shirt...
...and the button. But not the sticker. Stickers are for suckas.
And yeah, then I went back to the Jeff's for some more weed and love sauce. The end.
Gooooood night.
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work is fuck.