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thisisalex) wrote2008-03-01 02:25 pm
thisisalex) wrote2008-03-01 02:25 pm
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Okay, so I know the Aiden Gumball is over now and I'm back in California so we can't have a faux joint update, but I feel like I should like wrap up the other three shows and the rest of the trip so I don't forget, and...Emma and I can ramble about how awesome it was.
K SO, after Austin was Corpus Christi, and unfortunately our frat boy buddies were long gone by the time we got up at like noon. And the Jackass takeover was over. But I'm watching that right now so pwned bitches. So then it was off to Corpus, where there is like nothing apparently, except a Wal-Mart where we bought all three of the little personalized license plates that said AIDEN on them, then promptly LOST apparently. We were like freakishly close to the place though, and we were right next to this Denny's that closed at TEN (I have never known a Denny's to not be 24 hours, so I guess that was the bad Denny's), and a gas station that we went to like fifteen times and I made a huge mess in. Um, whoops. Oh, so after we wasted time at Wal-Mart and watching telenovelas for like forever, we went to the place like an hour late, while Schoolyard was playing even, and got creeped out by Rick the merch guy, and just like walked up to the stage pretty much. We were like in the back and we were still about two rows from the front. It crowded in a bit more when Ivoryline played and their so many fan crowded, but it was mainly pretty loose with a lot of people getting indignant about their personal space, and I couldn't figure out what the fuck was their problem, and how the show was going to be if the baby emos who all knew each other were going to get so pissy about their personal space. Then Aiden came on and suddenly all those personal bubbles disappeared. Like, in less than a minute, we were all crammed together and pushing. And apparently, people in Corpus Christi are not only fucking brutal, they're also fucking stupid. There were a shitload of stage divers, which, just so everyone knows, sucks for the people who you end up landing on top of, because I had my face pulled, my hair pulled, my eye slammed against the corner of a speaker, my head slammed against the corner of the speaker, and kicked a shitload of times. Still, it wouldn't have been so bad if they weren't like...really stupid, and at the end when you're actually kind of supposed to get up on stage, no one moved at all. And the pit was really just pretty brutal. But that was also the night we met Rick, and Schoolyard Heroes, because we passed them on the way to Corpus, before they randomly got off in San Marcos. Then tried to get off and find them. And dude, they are so nice, so we had to get CDs to rock in the car and t-shirts to rock at the sketchy ass border town concert.
SO THEN THE NEXT DAY, we were pretty much dead. Corpus Christi kicked our fucking asses man, but we still stumbled down to Denny's and tried to choke down food. Which we were too pathetically tired to do, apparently. But we had a long time to get to sketchy ass border town, and it was all driving through podunk nowhere towns with signs that said you had to have your pants at your hip and gas stations without pumps and little blanket trading places where we flipped semi-legal turns to get onto long ass roads. Then more driving. Then podunk Wal-Marts. And when we finally got there, there was nooooowhere to fucking park. Like, everywhere was metered parking or it was going to close at like seven, and we couldn't even find where the vans were parked. Turns out they were behind the theater. We really should have just pulled in with them, but we ended up parking in some apartment complex and getting a nasty note about how next time we would get towed. At least we didn't get towed that time. We would have ended up hitching a ride with schoolyard. Hell, I would have even hitched a ride with Farewell to Freeway at that point. But dude, we were hanging around the border town, and there were people already lined up at like 4, and I really don't know why, and we were just chilling on some bench out back by the vans, behind what we thought was some abandoned building but it was someone's house, Emma has a picture of me sleeping on it, and talking on MSN, before we went and joined the line where they totally thought we were Schoolyard Heroes. Oh, and as the line was moving inside, Rick the merch guy waved to us. But dude, I was so exhausted, and while we were watching the opening acts, we were barely paying attention, and there were like fifty because it's a Regulus Black production, and there was a barrier in front of the stage which is hilarious but I'm pretty sure most of the people there have jumped or tunnelled under a barrier at some point in their lives. >.> Or their parents did. We jumped in for Schoolyard, and the bassist, Jonah, pointed us out in the crowd as "the two young ladies who have been following this tour". They had so many fan in the audience when we were around. But I guess I was just really dehydrated or tired or something, because while we were waiting for Aiden, I was just really feeling dizzy and sick, and I ended up having to get out of the crowd like right as wiL was about to come on stage. Which sucked, except for the fact that like no one was there, so even after we ran out and got water from the front, and then headed back to the crowd, we got right up to the barrier. It was just weird having that barrier there, so they couldn't really get that up close and personal with the crowd, though wiL did jump up on the barrier at one point. I also threw my water into the mosh pit at one point. So then, after we got our nasty note and began heading back to Corpus since there was no way we were going to stay in sketchy ass border town and that saved us a couple hours, I totally just crashed because I was dead and... I was just letting Emma drive with no one to talk to. Because apparently I totally hate her like that. But then she woke me up when we had to go through that really tough and thorough federal border inspection. Then when we got back, we were so exhausted, that apparently I talked in my sleep for two hours, and Emma had paranoid delusions about me being a cybernetic killer because I wouldn't start an ISP with her, then wandering off down the streets of Corpus Christi.
So the next day was the final showww in Houston, and my voice was so incredibly dead from the sleeptalking. On our way back to Houston though, we stopped in some gas station that totally thought we were Aiden because we were both rocking Aiden shirts and lookedfuckin' punk ... very different, and then at another gas station where Schoolyard Heroes pulled in right behind us. Apparently it was their turn to stalk us. I still don't know why we didn't get any pictures with them, but I guess that means we were headed the right way because we were taking a route Google maps did not approve of (sorry Sunni, I mean of which Google maps did not approve). God, for some reason we just kept talking too, despite the fact that our voices were fucking gone, but we finally got to Emma's sketchy apartment complex, and I wasted no time in flooding her bathroom, because that's what I do, and checking things on Batman 2. She also gave me the rest of my Christmas presents. Um, the lightsaber > all. Oh, so then, at the show that night, we hung out for the first band, fangirled Schoolyard when they got on, then decided to tip the merch guys a dollar for each show and leave them a note too afterwards. And then, when Ivoryline was almost finished, and we were just staring at this annoying little short bitch with annoying makeup and probably a bedtime who was rocking the hell out to them, we met someone who was crazier than us. Apparently she'd been to something like 27 or 28 Aiden shows, used to follow them around the country, along with 30 Seconds to Mars. She was nice, but she was like really freakishly hardcore at the same time, and it was scary. But she did bring us up front, even though the stage was knee level and my knees look like such crap right now. Oh, I got a fat lip too from this guy who was trying to protect the crazy girl I guess, and he aws just kicking all our asses in the process. My voice was just completely gone during that entire show, I was trying to sing along or scream and it was just pointless, but hey, at least wiL called us out in the audience because we'd been to the last five shows, and when it came to the encore and he pulled out the acoustic, everyone was shouting requests, and he played some Nirvana song I do not know because I don't know Nirvana. But, well, he's from Seattle. Then at the end the girl brought us back to the vans where we said goodbye to Jonah, because he was asking if we were going to New Orleans too, and Rick the merch guy, and Jake D. Apparently wiL and Nick cut out to see NOFX. Which... is kind of hilarious. Oh, and I completely lost my voice. I mean completley. As in, I was whispering. Sigh. I missed my voice.
So then Wednesday was basically just... sleeping, showing Emma the Johnny Knoxville porn, going to Emma's work, getting Arby's, then waiting for the boy to come home so we could go get tattoos. Emma, of course, got the cheapest, and it took like five minutes. I think it's a trend with her tattoos. Mine was twice as much and probably took about twice as long. All I remember is that he took forever on the question mark and it was really starting to hurt, but I think that's because that's the closest to my bone. And... I kind of already want another one. But! Here is a picture of me getting it, and here is how it looks!
Then I went home. Not much to it except I was sick and got a nosebleed when landing in Phoenix, and I couldn't pop my ears because I was afraid it would cause another one. So I like could barely hear a thing until I got home, but at least I got an early flight out of SFO. I got home at like 11:00. OH, and I meant to tell Emma, but now everyone gets to know because it's hilarious. You know how I was telling you about the one baggage carousel in the Arcata airport? Well apparently like half the airport is under construction, so they just brought all the bags out to a white baggage TENT. We don't even have a fucking carousel anymore, we have a TENT with a sign on it that says BAGGAGE, and some guy just drops all the bags off there. But I got my skateboard through! And now, I'm home. OH, but Splash died! I have no more goats!!! But, the thing is, I was always afraid he would die while I was there alone, and he waited until I was gone and he died very close to where his mother and sister are, um...buried.
K SO, after Austin was Corpus Christi, and unfortunately our frat boy buddies were long gone by the time we got up at like noon. And the Jackass takeover was over. But I'm watching that right now so pwned bitches. So then it was off to Corpus, where there is like nothing apparently, except a Wal-Mart where we bought all three of the little personalized license plates that said AIDEN on them, then promptly LOST apparently. We were like freakishly close to the place though, and we were right next to this Denny's that closed at TEN (I have never known a Denny's to not be 24 hours, so I guess that was the bad Denny's), and a gas station that we went to like fifteen times and I made a huge mess in. Um, whoops. Oh, so after we wasted time at Wal-Mart and watching telenovelas for like forever, we went to the place like an hour late, while Schoolyard was playing even, and got creeped out by Rick the merch guy, and just like walked up to the stage pretty much. We were like in the back and we were still about two rows from the front. It crowded in a bit more when Ivoryline played and their so many fan crowded, but it was mainly pretty loose with a lot of people getting indignant about their personal space, and I couldn't figure out what the fuck was their problem, and how the show was going to be if the baby emos who all knew each other were going to get so pissy about their personal space. Then Aiden came on and suddenly all those personal bubbles disappeared. Like, in less than a minute, we were all crammed together and pushing. And apparently, people in Corpus Christi are not only fucking brutal, they're also fucking stupid. There were a shitload of stage divers, which, just so everyone knows, sucks for the people who you end up landing on top of, because I had my face pulled, my hair pulled, my eye slammed against the corner of a speaker, my head slammed against the corner of the speaker, and kicked a shitload of times. Still, it wouldn't have been so bad if they weren't like...really stupid, and at the end when you're actually kind of supposed to get up on stage, no one moved at all. And the pit was really just pretty brutal. But that was also the night we met Rick, and Schoolyard Heroes, because we passed them on the way to Corpus, before they randomly got off in San Marcos. Then tried to get off and find them. And dude, they are so nice, so we had to get CDs to rock in the car and t-shirts to rock at the sketchy ass border town concert.
SO THEN THE NEXT DAY, we were pretty much dead. Corpus Christi kicked our fucking asses man, but we still stumbled down to Denny's and tried to choke down food. Which we were too pathetically tired to do, apparently. But we had a long time to get to sketchy ass border town, and it was all driving through podunk nowhere towns with signs that said you had to have your pants at your hip and gas stations without pumps and little blanket trading places where we flipped semi-legal turns to get onto long ass roads. Then more driving. Then podunk Wal-Marts. And when we finally got there, there was nooooowhere to fucking park. Like, everywhere was metered parking or it was going to close at like seven, and we couldn't even find where the vans were parked. Turns out they were behind the theater. We really should have just pulled in with them, but we ended up parking in some apartment complex and getting a nasty note about how next time we would get towed. At least we didn't get towed that time. We would have ended up hitching a ride with schoolyard. Hell, I would have even hitched a ride with Farewell to Freeway at that point. But dude, we were hanging around the border town, and there were people already lined up at like 4, and I really don't know why, and we were just chilling on some bench out back by the vans, behind what we thought was some abandoned building but it was someone's house, Emma has a picture of me sleeping on it, and talking on MSN, before we went and joined the line where they totally thought we were Schoolyard Heroes. Oh, and as the line was moving inside, Rick the merch guy waved to us. But dude, I was so exhausted, and while we were watching the opening acts, we were barely paying attention, and there were like fifty because it's a Regulus Black production, and there was a barrier in front of the stage which is hilarious but I'm pretty sure most of the people there have jumped or tunnelled under a barrier at some point in their lives. >.> Or their parents did. We jumped in for Schoolyard, and the bassist, Jonah, pointed us out in the crowd as "the two young ladies who have been following this tour". They had so many fan in the audience when we were around. But I guess I was just really dehydrated or tired or something, because while we were waiting for Aiden, I was just really feeling dizzy and sick, and I ended up having to get out of the crowd like right as wiL was about to come on stage. Which sucked, except for the fact that like no one was there, so even after we ran out and got water from the front, and then headed back to the crowd, we got right up to the barrier. It was just weird having that barrier there, so they couldn't really get that up close and personal with the crowd, though wiL did jump up on the barrier at one point. I also threw my water into the mosh pit at one point. So then, after we got our nasty note and began heading back to Corpus since there was no way we were going to stay in sketchy ass border town and that saved us a couple hours, I totally just crashed because I was dead and... I was just letting Emma drive with no one to talk to. Because apparently I totally hate her like that. But then she woke me up when we had to go through that really tough and thorough federal border inspection. Then when we got back, we were so exhausted, that apparently I talked in my sleep for two hours, and Emma had paranoid delusions about me being a cybernetic killer because I wouldn't start an ISP with her, then wandering off down the streets of Corpus Christi.
So the next day was the final showww in Houston, and my voice was so incredibly dead from the sleeptalking. On our way back to Houston though, we stopped in some gas station that totally thought we were Aiden because we were both rocking Aiden shirts and looked
So then Wednesday was basically just... sleeping, showing Emma the Johnny Knoxville porn, going to Emma's work, getting Arby's, then waiting for the boy to come home so we could go get tattoos. Emma, of course, got the cheapest, and it took like five minutes. I think it's a trend with her tattoos. Mine was twice as much and probably took about twice as long. All I remember is that he took forever on the question mark and it was really starting to hurt, but I think that's because that's the closest to my bone. And... I kind of already want another one. But! Here is a picture of me getting it, and here is how it looks!
Then I went home. Not much to it except I was sick and got a nosebleed when landing in Phoenix, and I couldn't pop my ears because I was afraid it would cause another one. So I like could barely hear a thing until I got home, but at least I got an early flight out of SFO. I got home at like 11:00. OH, and I meant to tell Emma, but now everyone gets to know because it's hilarious. You know how I was telling you about the one baggage carousel in the Arcata airport? Well apparently like half the airport is under construction, so they just brought all the bags out to a white baggage TENT. We don't even have a fucking carousel anymore, we have a TENT with a sign on it that says BAGGAGE, and some guy just drops all the bags off there. But I got my skateboard through! And now, I'm home. OH, but Splash died! I have no more goats!!! But, the thing is, I was always afraid he would die while I was there alone, and he waited until I was gone and he died very close to where his mother and sister are, um...buried.
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I'm not sure why that's all I felt like saying but it was.
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And I'm sad about Splash. :(
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