John Sweden (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} notbinky) wrote,@ 2005-03-27 10:50:00 |
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up and atom!
Dear Posterity,
Something bade me write to you this morning, to jot down little memories of last night so that they might be bottled and preserved for the future. As if they were more important than the thousands of other little snippets of my past kept far past their expiration date, until they decompose and sink back into the grey matter, waiting to fertilize thoughts-to-be.
The three openers were expectedly unremarkable. I must remark, though, that the star of Napoleon Dynamite introduced the third and final opener, a brief moment of semicelebrity. It would have been 27% more exciting if I had yet bothered to see the movie. I was recently instructed to, so I suppose it will happen soon enough.
After about a song I decided my time would be better spent popping outside for a quick trip to the liquor store for cash and a beer. After the beer I bummed a smoke and as I stood outside, a gaggle of teen girls came streaming out, being shoo'd away by concert staff so that they wouldn't have to call the police and report that two of the girls were plastered. The two drunkies saw my brace and came over to be inquisitors #2 and 3 of at least 5 as to the legitimacy of my spinal injury - as if maybe I'd just donned it on a whim, some sort of fashion statement ahead of its time. They were bubbly-teen-girl-drunk-friendly and their friends were embarassed.
Fall Out Boy themselves were fun but relatively bland and un-chatty relative to prior sightings. They did, however, play the song I tried to get them to play the last two times I saw them - Honorable Mention.
And that's about it.
Dear Posterity,
Something bade me write to you this morning, to jot down little memories of last night so that they might be bottled and preserved for the future. As if they were more important than the thousands of other little snippets of my past kept far past their expiration date, until they decompose and sink back into the grey matter, waiting to fertilize thoughts-to-be.
The three openers were expectedly unremarkable. I must remark, though, that the star of Napoleon Dynamite introduced the third and final opener, a brief moment of semicelebrity. It would have been 27% more exciting if I had yet bothered to see the movie. I was recently instructed to, so I suppose it will happen soon enough.
After about a song I decided my time would be better spent popping outside for a quick trip to the liquor store for cash and a beer. After the beer I bummed a smoke and as I stood outside, a gaggle of teen girls came streaming out, being shoo'd away by concert staff so that they wouldn't have to call the police and report that two of the girls were plastered. The two drunkies saw my brace and came over to be inquisitors #2 and 3 of at least 5 as to the legitimacy of my spinal injury - as if maybe I'd just donned it on a whim, some sort of fashion statement ahead of its time. They were bubbly-teen-girl-drunk-friendly and their friends were embarassed.
Fall Out Boy themselves were fun but relatively bland and un-chatty relative to prior sightings. They did, however, play the song I tried to get them to play the last two times I saw them - Honorable Mention.
And that's about it.
