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I had some issues earlier today, but I feel a bit better now. Friday and Monday were really sucky days at work. I just hope everything isn't going to crap out on me.
Oh well. The weekend was good.
My brother had this major concert that he invited me, Mom, Dad, William, Aunt Eileen, Cousin Danny and Cousin Danny's friend to.
We got there at about 5:45 p.m. The concert was supposed to start at 6 p.m., and Mark was expected to be one of multiple opening acts. When we arrived, my poor planning caught up with me and I was pretty hungry. Mom, Eileen and I were the first to arrive ... or so we thought until I decided to go out of the car and found Danny and his friend sitting there. Apparently they'd been fooling us.
The concert venue contained an open dance floor and two stands with pizza and beer. Happy to have a little something, William bought me a beer. And then I bought myself a pizza while my Mom chatted with one of Mark's friends (who'd just gotten one of those extreme, hair-sprayed and dyed-to-death super mohawks). When I came back with my pizza, my family told me that mohawk-girl learned Mark wouldn't be going on until 9:45. They said they wanted to stop me before I got the pizza but ... whoops.
By then, the pizza slice was about half-eaten. Some of my family members took a bite or two, but then Eileen got the idea that I should give it to Danny's friend.
Me: "Hey, guys. We're gonna leave for awhile. Are you going to be OK?"
Dan: "Yeah."
Me: "By the way, Mario. Do you want this pizza?"
Mario: "..." [big smile] "REALLY? Oh wow, thanks!" [chomp!]
Half-eaten, multiple people got here before you pizza ... @_@
Anyway, I chugged most of the rest of the beer and then we went out (except for William, who escaped into the wild somewhere), told gossipy stories about the rest of the family, and came back.
We saw the band that went on before Mark's, but I wasn't really impressed because the drummer drowned out everyone. At first, I stood in the back with my family and we talked about the band's T-shirt Dad bought. (Say what you want about my Dad, but it takes a pretty awesome father to laugh when he's found out he just bought a shirt that says, "Cope with the beating" on the back.) But then I decided that I wanted to feel more youthful and went into the crowd near the stage. (Mark's friend directed me away from the mosh pit.) I had a lot of fun. I think my brother's stage presence is getting a lot better, and I had a great time throwing up the horn sign and making an ass of myself.
Also, despite the fact that I think the glorification of serial killers is icky and in poor taste ... I think my favorite of their songs is "Here Comes Gacy." Call it a guilty pleasure.
I felt like a bit of a jackass in the crowd at times. I dressed up in this old corset Hot Topic thing I had, but still overall felt really old. Until I realized that I always feel out of place wherever I go and this was actually just the way I always am, not some quarter-life crisis. Although I did make one faux pas.
Me: "Mark, you got a lot of straightedge fans."
Mark: "Everyone under 21 has to wear those Xes."
Me: "... Really?"
My friend Matt later told me I'm already out of touch. :-(
Also, when Mark wasn't up on stage, we got to talk about poetry together. Don't tell him I said that.
We also had a nice little get together with the family. There were bagels and lox. Yum yum. We got to go around the lake and see the ducks and geese. Quack quack. :-P
I think I actually might try to go to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. Let's see how this works. At least I don't feel awful-ass sick like I did anymore.
Oh well. The weekend was good.
My brother had this major concert that he invited me, Mom, Dad, William, Aunt Eileen, Cousin Danny and Cousin Danny's friend to.
We got there at about 5:45 p.m. The concert was supposed to start at 6 p.m., and Mark was expected to be one of multiple opening acts. When we arrived, my poor planning caught up with me and I was pretty hungry. Mom, Eileen and I were the first to arrive ... or so we thought until I decided to go out of the car and found Danny and his friend sitting there. Apparently they'd been fooling us.
The concert venue contained an open dance floor and two stands with pizza and beer. Happy to have a little something, William bought me a beer. And then I bought myself a pizza while my Mom chatted with one of Mark's friends (who'd just gotten one of those extreme, hair-sprayed and dyed-to-death super mohawks). When I came back with my pizza, my family told me that mohawk-girl learned Mark wouldn't be going on until 9:45. They said they wanted to stop me before I got the pizza but ... whoops.
By then, the pizza slice was about half-eaten. Some of my family members took a bite or two, but then Eileen got the idea that I should give it to Danny's friend.
Me: "Hey, guys. We're gonna leave for awhile. Are you going to be OK?"
Dan: "Yeah."
Me: "By the way, Mario. Do you want this pizza?"
Mario: "..." [big smile] "REALLY? Oh wow, thanks!" [chomp!]
Half-eaten, multiple people got here before you pizza ... @_@
Anyway, I chugged most of the rest of the beer and then we went out (except for William, who escaped into the wild somewhere), told gossipy stories about the rest of the family, and came back.
We saw the band that went on before Mark's, but I wasn't really impressed because the drummer drowned out everyone. At first, I stood in the back with my family and we talked about the band's T-shirt Dad bought. (Say what you want about my Dad, but it takes a pretty awesome father to laugh when he's found out he just bought a shirt that says, "Cope with the beating" on the back.) But then I decided that I wanted to feel more youthful and went into the crowd near the stage. (Mark's friend directed me away from the mosh pit.) I had a lot of fun. I think my brother's stage presence is getting a lot better, and I had a great time throwing up the horn sign and making an ass of myself.
Also, despite the fact that I think the glorification of serial killers is icky and in poor taste ... I think my favorite of their songs is "Here Comes Gacy." Call it a guilty pleasure.
I felt like a bit of a jackass in the crowd at times. I dressed up in this old corset Hot Topic thing I had, but still overall felt really old. Until I realized that I always feel out of place wherever I go and this was actually just the way I always am, not some quarter-life crisis. Although I did make one faux pas.
Me: "Mark, you got a lot of straightedge fans."
Mark: "Everyone under 21 has to wear those Xes."
Me: "... Really?"
My friend Matt later told me I'm already out of touch. :-(
Also, when Mark wasn't up on stage, we got to talk about poetry together. Don't tell him I said that.
We also had a nice little get together with the family. There were bagels and lox. Yum yum. We got to go around the lake and see the ducks and geese. Quack quack. :-P
I think I actually might try to go to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. Let's see how this works. At least I don't feel awful-ass sick like I did anymore.
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It is amusing how sometimes we never learn from some bad habits as we should!