I got off of work due to a bad back on Friday and Saturday. My ankles are hating me, if I don't lose weight they're going to deteriorate and I'm going to be one of those fat ladies in a wheel chair.
Viva La Bands was a pretty exciting concert. A little too exciting. During GWAR my pants kept falling down because I forgot to put on a belt, so that meant I kept falling down...into a rowdy crowd...three times. I eventually just took off my pants because I was wearing a skirt over them, anyways.
They were shooting "blood" and "jizz" from the stage [green and red colored water] and everyone was getting dirty. People were crowd surfing and kicking me in the head. I kept falling and being squished and eventually I started panicking and I couldn't breathe anymore.
Russell told me to get out of the pit and I started crying...GWAR was too metal for me, I had an anxiety attack.
I drank water and washed all the red and green off of my face, but it was all over my hair and clothes.
I sat down until they were over and met Russell outside by the merchandise.
While there I met Gabi and one of her friends and asked why they were so clean and they were bummed because they had balcony seats. So Candace came to the rescue and I snuck them on the floor. Gabi's friend jumped on my back and thanked me. Haha
Cradle of Filth was a lot calmer and a lot of fun.
Good show, good show.
Sunday I had to return to work, not too bad.
Had the last couple of days off, watching Degrassi High and My Name is Earl Season 2 on DVD, re-did my MySpace layout. Now I'm off to work agains.
Buh.
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