Post by bonno on Apr 14, 2006 14:20:33 GMT -5
Yay for the concert last night! It was fucking awesome, and I'm incredibly sore from pushing and being pushed and all that...but it's worth it.
Callie and me on the way to Kansas City (two hour drive, woot!) My brother's friend Brent in the background.
My brother's friend Brent, with his awesome hot pink fauxhawk. (Who made his hair pink? That's right, I did.)
The fucking line stretched out a block and a half in front of us, then like...8 or 10 blocks behind us. Here you can see how the line wraps around a parking lot and starts over.
From First to Last (their pictures were the best because it was daylight, of course)
Hawthorne Heights (I got NO good pictures of them because the crowd was way too...hyper)
All American Rejects (their guy, Tyson...I think that's his name...is hilarious. In the middle of a song he just yelled out, "Kansas City barbecue is better than Texas barbecue!" So random, it was great.)
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Bonnie's Story That Sounds Exciting But Really Isn't:
So, six hours without water and I start to feel icky. Right in the middle of Fall Out Boy's set. I tried to fight it, even when Callie was trying to get me to leave, but dammit, I wanted to see the show! So, I almost pass out. Luckily the crowd was forgiving and crowd-surfed me to the front, where a security guard took me. I thought he'd just, you know, put me outside where there weren't as many people.
NO!
He takes me fucking BACKSTAGE to the first aid, where they take my pulse and ask me like seven million times how old I am and how long I've been jumping around. (15 feet from the stage, mind you. We were so close.) I could see the band playing from behind, and it was so cool. (*screams like a teenie* I was backstage at a Fall Out Boy concert!) I seriously considered faking worse than I actually felt so I could be there when the band came out...but I figured that was pretty groupie, and my friends were worried about me, so after I got some water in my system and the tingling in my hands and feet stopped, I went back out. But it was awesome. Yeah.
It was really dark by the time they played, so these pictures aren't that great.
Joe Trohman (on guitar) and Patrick Stump (singing, guitar)
Joe again. He actually had an afro-type thing, but the lights just make his hair look like devil horns. He was so funny.
Pete Wentz, lecturing the crowd. ("What I'm about to say might not be very popular. But I've got a fucking microphone and you don't, so listen up!")
Pete then proceded to climb the stage thingy, hang upside down from it, and scream like a banshee. (He kept taking jackets off and putting different ones on, and things like that, so I kept getting confused as to where he was most of the time.)
Yay!
Callie and me on the way to Kansas City (two hour drive, woot!) My brother's friend Brent in the background.
My brother's friend Brent, with his awesome hot pink fauxhawk. (Who made his hair pink? That's right, I did.)
The fucking line stretched out a block and a half in front of us, then like...8 or 10 blocks behind us. Here you can see how the line wraps around a parking lot and starts over.
From First to Last (their pictures were the best because it was daylight, of course)
Hawthorne Heights (I got NO good pictures of them because the crowd was way too...hyper)
All American Rejects (their guy, Tyson...I think that's his name...is hilarious. In the middle of a song he just yelled out, "Kansas City barbecue is better than Texas barbecue!" So random, it was great.)
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Bonnie's Story That Sounds Exciting But Really Isn't:
So, six hours without water and I start to feel icky. Right in the middle of Fall Out Boy's set. I tried to fight it, even when Callie was trying to get me to leave, but dammit, I wanted to see the show! So, I almost pass out. Luckily the crowd was forgiving and crowd-surfed me to the front, where a security guard took me. I thought he'd just, you know, put me outside where there weren't as many people.
NO!
He takes me fucking BACKSTAGE to the first aid, where they take my pulse and ask me like seven million times how old I am and how long I've been jumping around. (15 feet from the stage, mind you. We were so close.) I could see the band playing from behind, and it was so cool. (*screams like a teenie* I was backstage at a Fall Out Boy concert!) I seriously considered faking worse than I actually felt so I could be there when the band came out...but I figured that was pretty groupie, and my friends were worried about me, so after I got some water in my system and the tingling in my hands and feet stopped, I went back out. But it was awesome. Yeah.
It was really dark by the time they played, so these pictures aren't that great.
Joe Trohman (on guitar) and Patrick Stump (singing, guitar)
Joe again. He actually had an afro-type thing, but the lights just make his hair look like devil horns. He was so funny.
Pete Wentz, lecturing the crowd. ("What I'm about to say might not be very popular. But I've got a fucking microphone and you don't, so listen up!")
Pete then proceded to climb the stage thingy, hang upside down from it, and scream like a banshee. (He kept taking jackets off and putting different ones on, and things like that, so I kept getting confused as to where he was most of the time.)
Yay!
