Tuesday, October 15, 2002
Well, it was a nice plan, the concert. However, things don't always go as great as they should. Ok, everyone was supposed to meet at my house at 5:30. Ok, P and KJ were waiting for me when I got there, DM showed up the same time I did, C soon after, and J at twenty to 6. So we all piled in C's car and drove the lovely drive to Madison. We went to the mall, cause KJ needed a ticket. While chewing my gum and minding my own business in the ticketmaster closet, I bit down and something crunched. It was pretty sick considering I was just chewing gum. So I covered my mouth and ran to the bathroom. Come to find out, a tooth had broken and I was chewing it. YUCK! That kinda brought down my good mood. But we went and ate at Arby's. Yummy, as long as I didn't drink soda. And that made me really sad too, cause they had Dr. Slice and that's the only place I've seen that has it since I moved from Colorado. At least that I've noticed or cared to make a mental note.
Anyway, we left and went to the concert. Great great great concert. I would have enjoyed it a lot more, however, if the people in the crowd hadn't been so stupid. We got there after Home Town Hero already started. But J and KJ needed smokes. So they ran to the citgo a mile away to get them. So C, DM, P and I went to enjoy the concert. Like I said Home Town Hero had already started, but by the time they took their leave, P and I had already made it to the front. Not the very very front, there were two people in front of me and I was only 2 feet from the fence. We had lost DM right away and C later. I thought I even saw a familar face in the crowd (I did!) It was pretty cool, or it would have been if we hadn't been getting our asses kicked. People were throwing elbows, kicking and doing just about anything to shove their way to the front. P and I were pretty nice about it, but holy fuck, these people are tough. So when the swaying and really hard shoving started when Incubus actually came on...we stayed in the front for two songs and then decided we had enough and headed for the back.
We went out to get a soda and J ran up to us. Out in the lobby, I saw another familar face, two in fact. I sat and talked to SP for a couple of mins. Then my favorite Incubus song came on (Stellar) and I had to run out to watch and listen. All of us were sorta in the back, and J went to find KJ. Somehow they both ended up with us five mins later, but they never found each other. So we chilled and listened. When suddenly we all realized that C was still somewhere in the "pit" (not worring about DM cause he barely made it in the crowd at all). We gave the boys our drinks and said we would be right back. They came with tho, and we found everyone pretty much right away. It was a happy place to be so we hung out on the side almost to the very front. Then some guy walked by and puked right in front of us, some got on P's shoes. A lovely trip to the bathroom revealed that he didn't get a lot on her shoes, but some got on her ankle and whilest in the "pit" I got gum (someone elses) on my pants. Yucky. On the trip back to our group while walking thru the crowd, P got punched in the nose. So we were a little tired and sore and pissed off. But we were determined to feel better. Enjoyed the rest of the concert. Got out, went home.
On the drive we rocked out to Disturbed. Which is more the style of concert I like going to. It's odd, but people are more careful, yet reckless. People take care of each other and aren't just trying to get to the front. At least that's the way my experiences have been. Granted I've only been to Kid Rock, Disturbed twice, the Taste of Madison (WJJO!!!) and now Incubus. I love concerts tho. It's just a happy place - most of the time anyway.
Anyway, we left and went to the concert. Great great great concert. I would have enjoyed it a lot more, however, if the people in the crowd hadn't been so stupid. We got there after Home Town Hero already started. But J and KJ needed smokes. So they ran to the citgo a mile away to get them. So C, DM, P and I went to enjoy the concert. Like I said Home Town Hero had already started, but by the time they took their leave, P and I had already made it to the front. Not the very very front, there were two people in front of me and I was only 2 feet from the fence. We had lost DM right away and C later. I thought I even saw a familar face in the crowd (I did!) It was pretty cool, or it would have been if we hadn't been getting our asses kicked. People were throwing elbows, kicking and doing just about anything to shove their way to the front. P and I were pretty nice about it, but holy fuck, these people are tough. So when the swaying and really hard shoving started when Incubus actually came on...we stayed in the front for two songs and then decided we had enough and headed for the back.
We went out to get a soda and J ran up to us. Out in the lobby, I saw another familar face, two in fact. I sat and talked to SP for a couple of mins. Then my favorite Incubus song came on (Stellar) and I had to run out to watch and listen. All of us were sorta in the back, and J went to find KJ. Somehow they both ended up with us five mins later, but they never found each other. So we chilled and listened. When suddenly we all realized that C was still somewhere in the "pit" (not worring about DM cause he barely made it in the crowd at all). We gave the boys our drinks and said we would be right back. They came with tho, and we found everyone pretty much right away. It was a happy place to be so we hung out on the side almost to the very front. Then some guy walked by and puked right in front of us, some got on P's shoes. A lovely trip to the bathroom revealed that he didn't get a lot on her shoes, but some got on her ankle and whilest in the "pit" I got gum (someone elses) on my pants. Yucky. On the trip back to our group while walking thru the crowd, P got punched in the nose. So we were a little tired and sore and pissed off. But we were determined to feel better. Enjoyed the rest of the concert. Got out, went home.
On the drive we rocked out to Disturbed. Which is more the style of concert I like going to. It's odd, but people are more careful, yet reckless. People take care of each other and aren't just trying to get to the front. At least that's the way my experiences have been. Granted I've only been to Kid Rock, Disturbed twice, the Taste of Madison (WJJO!!!) and now Incubus. I love concerts tho. It's just a happy place - most of the time anyway.
