Friday the 13th/GWAR
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bloodygranuaileOh my fucking God, it's been a hell of a weekend.
Friday, as you all hopefully know, was Friday the 13th, and not just any Friday the 13th, but Friday the 13th of October. Guess what's scary? Steve was even happier about this than I was. This tells you almost everything you need to know about Steve.
So, went to breakfast at 11h15 as per usual, had Anthropology midterm at 12 which I think went alright, then went to lunch with Emily and Joe and Zoe, yay for having people around and being social. Beth left. Dragged Nicole to the psychiatrist with me because I am a bitch like that (NICOLE IS WONDERFUL). It was alright though, because it was gorgeous and clear and cool out. Then went to dinner, and as we were walking towards the UC Steve is coming the other way, and the first thing that runs through my head is "Oh shit Steve is holding a pumpkin, what's he going to throw it at?" and then he yells "CLARE! WANT TO COME SEE GWAR WITH ME TOMORROW?" Scoreeeeee.
People-watched all through dinner with Nicole. We're such sketchballs ("I'm a fucking WRITER!"). Then there was pumpkin carving and candy apples and other autumnal shit in Red Square, which was fun, as got to eat caramel apples and chat with people and watch them all struggle with carving pumpkins, and then wandered back to the smoker's porch where Sarah was having WAY too much fun with carving E=MC^2 into her pumpkin (nerd pride!), although Higby still gets my vote for fucking coolest carving, this being a perfectly done upside-down pentagram.
Went and got dressed for Rocky Horror early, because I felt like it. Then wandered over to Sanford with Nicole in search of Hallie, ended up hanging out with Alfreda for a while, then found Hallie and Emma and some other girl I don't know and spent a good hour and a half listening to Hallie's fucking awesome collection of vinyls from Princeton Record Exchange (yes, Hallie brought her entire vinyl collection and a turntable to college), which is mostly old punk rock, and supposedly we're now going to see the Slits in Boston on the 30th, even though I had never heard of the Slits before.
Then, Rocky Horror, this being the Rocky Horror Show, NOT the Rocky Horror Picture Show, ie, this was live theatre. It turned out Sarah could come with us, although she was a little fucked up since she thought she wouldn't be coming, so that was... entertaining. Many people did not dress up, sucks to be them. A group of girls from Dodd went for the lacy-underwear look. A group of Goths from Bullock (including a girl in my FYS) went more the Yay An Excuse To Dress All Gothy Fabulous route (including a kid I do not know but who is referred to as Mohawk Boy, whom I have noticed because he has Style in such vast quantities that he can look Gothy Fabulous in his fucking pyjamas. And he did. He wore fucking pyjama pants to Rocky Horror and still looked better than the rest of us).
Got back at one in the morning (righteous gripe of the evening--Rocky Horror is supposed to start at midnight, not at 11!) and ordered Chinese food with Sarah--who still has my fork, I think--then sat upgossiping chatting with Nicole until 4h30.
Saturday, I got up at like 2h15 pm... yeah. Took a shower. I don't like taking showers in midafternoon because there's usually boys on the floor. In this case I ran into Joe, and you'd think it'd be less awkward to run into people you're friends with, but actually it's less awkward with strangers because you can just keep walking, but when you run into a friend it's kind of rude to ignore them so it's like "Hey, what's up, I have to go put clothes on now see you later..." >.<
3h30 Steve bangs on my door (Steve does not knock. Steve bangs on doors with his fist like he's trying to knock it off the hinges) and tells me we're leaving at 4h30. So I hang out in the common room for about an hour and a half watching all the Wright Hall goofballs playing pool. At sometime after five we start walking to the Palladium, and by now we have five people, being me, Steve, Joe ("SALVATION ARMY IS FUCKING METAL!"), Tim (who REFUSED to make a decision as to whether or not he was coming until the very last minute), and Sarah. It was kind of cold out. It was actually cold inside most of the Palladium too, but not in the pit.
Um, so the show ran from 6pm until about 12h30, with GWAR headlining, preceded by six other metal bands I'd never heard of, and actually still don't have much of an idea who they are, but they made a lot of noise, which is sort of the point. Am a complete fucking idiot and forgot about my glasses until a crowdsurfer went over my head from behind and kicked them off my face and onto the floor. Miraculously managed to rescue them before they got stepped on.
Started off somewhere in the back edge of the crowd for GWAR, kept trying to push my way forward, and didn't feel like I was making any progress (partially because I couldn't see anything) until I realized that I was no longer being splattered, I was getting hit with solid walls of fake blood and shit. The entire top half of my body was dyed completely purple by the time the show was over. Steve had ensured that he was dead front and center the whole time, so he was completely wet and purple too. Tim and Joe, who had both done the white-shirt thing, had for some unfathomable reason elected to stay clean, and did not take us up on our generous offers of massive hugs.
Took a cab back, as it was one in the morning Main Street Worcester and it was fucking cold. Took a really long shower. Most of me is no longer purple, although there's still purple and black dye under my nails, but my face is no longer purple, which is good because that was getting weird looks and people going "What the hell happened to YOU?" ("I GOT GWAR'D!" \m/>_<\m/)
And ohhh, my God, I hurt all over today. My arms kill, as I have embarrassingly non-existent upper body strength, and spending the entire evening shoving people off me and trying to support the crowdsurfers being dropped on my head has left my atrophied upper arm muscles screaming in pain. And my lower back hurts, because for most of the latter part of the show everyone was packed in so tightly that I was couldn't actually stand, instead being forcibly bent back at the waist and then sort of curled back up into a vaguely upright position. I'm glad I'm tall; my face escaped the obligatory continual pummeling that the rest of me went through. I sort of miss Dad's hot tub today but overall this is fucking happy, happy pain.
I had initially been a little wary of agreeing to go to the show because the tickets were 29 dollars. But seven hours, seven metal bands, and lots of fake blood--totally worth it.
Blind Guardian is coming to the Palladium in December, and if I can find other people who are going (I think Tim said he wanted to go?) I really want to go see them. And then that's it for that particular venue, because the Palladium is bloody expensive, and so many other concerts are not.
Friday, as you all hopefully know, was Friday the 13th, and not just any Friday the 13th, but Friday the 13th of October. Guess what's scary? Steve was even happier about this than I was. This tells you almost everything you need to know about Steve.
So, went to breakfast at 11h15 as per usual, had Anthropology midterm at 12 which I think went alright, then went to lunch with Emily and Joe and Zoe, yay for having people around and being social. Beth left. Dragged Nicole to the psychiatrist with me because I am a bitch like that (NICOLE IS WONDERFUL). It was alright though, because it was gorgeous and clear and cool out. Then went to dinner, and as we were walking towards the UC Steve is coming the other way, and the first thing that runs through my head is "Oh shit Steve is holding a pumpkin, what's he going to throw it at?" and then he yells "CLARE! WANT TO COME SEE GWAR WITH ME TOMORROW?" Scoreeeeee.
People-watched all through dinner with Nicole. We're such sketchballs ("I'm a fucking WRITER!"). Then there was pumpkin carving and candy apples and other autumnal shit in Red Square, which was fun, as got to eat caramel apples and chat with people and watch them all struggle with carving pumpkins, and then wandered back to the smoker's porch where Sarah was having WAY too much fun with carving E=MC^2 into her pumpkin (nerd pride!), although Higby still gets my vote for fucking coolest carving, this being a perfectly done upside-down pentagram.
Went and got dressed for Rocky Horror early, because I felt like it. Then wandered over to Sanford with Nicole in search of Hallie, ended up hanging out with Alfreda for a while, then found Hallie and Emma and some other girl I don't know and spent a good hour and a half listening to Hallie's fucking awesome collection of vinyls from Princeton Record Exchange (yes, Hallie brought her entire vinyl collection and a turntable to college), which is mostly old punk rock, and supposedly we're now going to see the Slits in Boston on the 30th, even though I had never heard of the Slits before.
Then, Rocky Horror, this being the Rocky Horror Show, NOT the Rocky Horror Picture Show, ie, this was live theatre. It turned out Sarah could come with us, although she was a little fucked up since she thought she wouldn't be coming, so that was... entertaining. Many people did not dress up, sucks to be them. A group of girls from Dodd went for the lacy-underwear look. A group of Goths from Bullock (including a girl in my FYS) went more the Yay An Excuse To Dress All Gothy Fabulous route (including a kid I do not know but who is referred to as Mohawk Boy, whom I have noticed because he has Style in such vast quantities that he can look Gothy Fabulous in his fucking pyjamas. And he did. He wore fucking pyjama pants to Rocky Horror and still looked better than the rest of us).
Got back at one in the morning (righteous gripe of the evening--Rocky Horror is supposed to start at midnight, not at 11!) and ordered Chinese food with Sarah--who still has my fork, I think--then sat up
Saturday, I got up at like 2h15 pm... yeah. Took a shower. I don't like taking showers in midafternoon because there's usually boys on the floor. In this case I ran into Joe, and you'd think it'd be less awkward to run into people you're friends with, but actually it's less awkward with strangers because you can just keep walking, but when you run into a friend it's kind of rude to ignore them so it's like "Hey, what's up, I have to go put clothes on now see you later..." >.<
3h30 Steve bangs on my door (Steve does not knock. Steve bangs on doors with his fist like he's trying to knock it off the hinges) and tells me we're leaving at 4h30. So I hang out in the common room for about an hour and a half watching all the Wright Hall goofballs playing pool. At sometime after five we start walking to the Palladium, and by now we have five people, being me, Steve, Joe ("SALVATION ARMY IS FUCKING METAL!"), Tim (who REFUSED to make a decision as to whether or not he was coming until the very last minute), and Sarah. It was kind of cold out. It was actually cold inside most of the Palladium too, but not in the pit.
Um, so the show ran from 6pm until about 12h30, with GWAR headlining, preceded by six other metal bands I'd never heard of, and actually still don't have much of an idea who they are, but they made a lot of noise, which is sort of the point. Am a complete fucking idiot and forgot about my glasses until a crowdsurfer went over my head from behind and kicked them off my face and onto the floor. Miraculously managed to rescue them before they got stepped on.
Started off somewhere in the back edge of the crowd for GWAR, kept trying to push my way forward, and didn't feel like I was making any progress (partially because I couldn't see anything) until I realized that I was no longer being splattered, I was getting hit with solid walls of fake blood and shit. The entire top half of my body was dyed completely purple by the time the show was over. Steve had ensured that he was dead front and center the whole time, so he was completely wet and purple too. Tim and Joe, who had both done the white-shirt thing, had for some unfathomable reason elected to stay clean, and did not take us up on our generous offers of massive hugs.
Took a cab back, as it was one in the morning Main Street Worcester and it was fucking cold. Took a really long shower. Most of me is no longer purple, although there's still purple and black dye under my nails, but my face is no longer purple, which is good because that was getting weird looks and people going "What the hell happened to YOU?" ("I GOT GWAR'D!" \m/>_<\m/)
And ohhh, my God, I hurt all over today. My arms kill, as I have embarrassingly non-existent upper body strength, and spending the entire evening shoving people off me and trying to support the crowdsurfers being dropped on my head has left my atrophied upper arm muscles screaming in pain. And my lower back hurts, because for most of the latter part of the show everyone was packed in so tightly that I was couldn't actually stand, instead being forcibly bent back at the waist and then sort of curled back up into a vaguely upright position. I'm glad I'm tall; my face escaped the obligatory continual pummeling that the rest of me went through. I sort of miss Dad's hot tub today but overall this is fucking happy, happy pain.
I had initially been a little wary of agreeing to go to the show because the tickets were 29 dollars. But seven hours, seven metal bands, and lots of fake blood--totally worth it.
Blind Guardian is coming to the Palladium in December, and if I can find other people who are going (I think Tim said he wanted to go?) I really want to go see them. And then that's it for that particular venue, because the Palladium is bloody expensive, and so many other concerts are not.
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Date: 2006-10-15 11:56 pm (UTC)!!
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Date: 2006-10-16 01:15 am (UTC)Come visit me in December and we can go see Blind Guardian together!
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Date: 2006-10-16 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-16 04:41 am (UTC)9 pm (doors open at 8)
$25.00 at the door, $23.00 in advance but watch us not do that
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Date: 2006-10-20 04:48 am (UTC)Is reading your journal without talking to you for more that three sentences weird? Because it is fun.
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Date: 2006-10-21 04:17 am (UTC)And probably yes, but at least you're up front about stalking me. I'm usually not.
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Date: 2006-10-21 05:57 am (UTC)And it's not stalking! It's just... noticing.
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Date: 2006-10-21 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-30 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-30 08:56 pm (UTC)