The Best 13 Hours I've Ever Spent Away From Home

I hate cocky guys.
I hate people who think they are better than you because -you- have more class than -them-.
I hate people who when you ask them one thing they end up lecturing you on a billion other things that you didn't even want to know about.
I hate macho guys.
I hate guys who think they have an answer to everything.
I hate guys who assume, before you even say anything, that everything that comes out of your mouth is going to be wrong, just because you are female.
I hate people with no style.

Friday night I met a guy who was all 7 of these and worse. Luckily he lives in Montana and will never be seen again by me.

My thumb is sore. You know why? I went to punch that guy and missed and jammed it. You know why? Because we'd been waiting with each other for 2 hours and were so bored we were playing The Game. You know what we were waiting for? WE WERE WAITING OUTSIDE THE BLACK FRIDAY TOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!




I GOT TO GO TO THE SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! We had this last-second change of plans, it was amazing. The reason I thought we weren't gonna be able to go was because we had training the afternoon, but when we got to Subway the guy says, "Sorry, we're not training today, it looks like Monday instead." AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! So we (me and Crystal) race home, change clothes, get directions to the venue and manage to make it out the door only a half-hour after we'd originally planned on leaving. By the time we stopped for gas and a cash advance at the bank, it was 3 o'clock, and then we were finally on our way. I could not believe it was happening!!!!! The day before we ate at the Canton and my fortune cookie said . So, I guess this was my pleasant surprise, huh? ;)

The drive went off without a hitch and we got there in exactly 2 hours. We pull up to the venue, a very clean, churchy, Christian-hang-out type place, and there are exactly 4 kids in the ticket holder's line and NO kids in the ticket buyer's line!! SwEEEEt!! We station ourselves on the hot concrete behind the yellow rope to the right of the entryway, and there we wait, for the next 2 hours. The pre-show is an entire story in itself. Here is where the part about me trying to punch the obnoxious Ben kid, missing, and jamming my thumb in the process. Oh well. He actually more deserved a pop in the nose, cocky little self-absorbed..... annoying-person. He'd honestly never even heard of Blindside. I thought for sure he was kidding. He wasn't. Oh well. We promised him he'd be a fan by the end of the night.

At 7 we buy our tickets and transfer to the ticket holder's line, which at that point was still ridiculously short. During the next hour while we waited for the doors to open it grew to quite a long loop around the parking lot and across the line. We met this kid with great dreads named Chris who was also part of The Union, he was a very nice person, especially after that other kid, so we got to chat with him for a bit.

Finally at 8:20 they open the doors and we step into..... air conditioning! I couldn't believe our luck. A venue with air? Who'd ever heard of such a thing? Hurray! Maybe I like this chruchy place after all. (We were already dripping, literally, from our three-hour wait outside in 94 degree and a thousand percent humidity weather.) Crystal and I get into the main room and realize that the stage is just right there, and there's hardly anybody in front of it, so we run and secure spots in the second "row" behind some fat kids who I kid you not did not move the entire show. The three in the center and directly in front of us were so huge they took up enough space for at least eight regular kids, no joke, especially considering how people squish together at shows. ::rolls eyes::

Pass another hour and finally....... the show begins! Dun-dun-duuuun. haha. Well, we shall put the good stuff into another post, because here comes my mum and I'm not supposed to be on the computer right now. =P