LAST NIGHT IS WHAT I WORK MY ASS OFF FOR AND WHY I DO THE THINGS I DO BABY. Holy fuck what a night. As I put on Facebook (with additions here):
Two tickets to Smashing Pumpkins: $150
Public Transportation for two: $20
3 Hours pre-show in line: Annoying
4 hours at the rail, 300+ pics, an hour of video, and the kid's face when she left with a drumstick? FUCKING PRICELESS.
Worth every fucking blister. Worth every lost minute of sleep. Worth everything because the look on her face coming home at 12:30am last night just summed it up. I may not be worth much as a human being in general, but my fucking kid is happy. And she knows she is loved. She will never end up like my friend who took 100 ativan last weekend and ended up in the fucking hospital almost dying. She will not end up like these other girls looking for sex because she needs love. Fuck no. She will strong, happy, and have nights like last night. It is all I can do and I do it pretty fucking well.
Whole day - up at 4 to test server connections and logins for my training class. Class started at 7. 8 people, 5 from the same company, 2 from other parts, and one from ROMANIA. It was kind of awesome sitting here in pjs and teaching a class with people from all over the world. Fuck yeah technology.
Class ended at about 2:30 and the kid and I headed out. We stopped for lunch, then got to the city and in line about 3:45. We were 13th and 14th in line. As we waited there for 3 hours, we made new friends and it turns out friends of friends who were also at the show. It's a small world. There were about 10 of us in the front by the time the doors were ready to open and we made a pact to get the smaller folks and the younger folks situated at the rail and then we would take turns going to the bathroom etc. We had little small groups of 3 and 4 in case anyone got separated to look out for when we got to the floor. It worked out perfect. We ended up with these two women and one's 16 year old daughter. We got the girls situated in front and then the three of us made a blockade behind them. We only had one incident where this drunk girl tried arming her way in and me and the other woman were like fuck no baby. It turned into a shoving match. I ended up with a drink down my back, the woman's kid got a plastic cup in the face, and the dumb drunk chick? She saw the wrath of a pissed off black mama. Oh no you didn't just throw that at my kid. It was on. Luckily security got there and sent drunk girl off because they had seen us for the last 4 hours. They knew we were sober and cool. That was the only incident until the encores.
The show was AMAZING. Even the opening act, Anberlin, was pretty good. Every one of them had fucking awesome hair. I will say that. Musically they were interchangeable with a half dozen other bands out there today, but it wasn't bad. I would listen to them again.
Then Billy came out. Yay! We were DEAD CENTER at the rail. I locked my arms on that rail, made a buffer zone for the kid, and started taking pics and video. 2 hour set. ALL of Oceania. The entire fucking album. Then they left and came back for the encore. More trouble because all the drunks who were only there to Cherub Rock and stuff like that came pushing forward. I held my ground and punched one guy in the ribs who tried moving me and the kid. I think not drunky mcdrunky. The kid of course was oblivious as was mama bear's kid. She went back with her arm on some drunks and ended up dropping like five people. She was cool. Her friend was the friend of a friend and now we are connected on FB. I liked them crazy bitches. They can run with me any time.
After the encores came the guitar pick tosses and the drumstick tosses. Who got one? My fucking kid that's who. That's what holding your ground gets you. She was waving it like Harry Potter on the way back to the train. All the looks of envy. Suck it. We earned that shit.
Oh man I am still wound up and happy. But that is why I do what I do. What a night. Now to go grocery shopping. And why am I up so early? Had to check in for my flight tomorrow and print my boarding pass. Yeah, I have a date tonight, have to clean house, have to get groceries, etc and then be up at 3 for my flight tomorrow. All worth it. BAMF.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
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