:: The Optic Monologues ::

:: Monday, July 01, 2002 ::

ok. josh and i went to normal thursday to catch some drum corps. because i can't wait until July 27. i just can't.

SO great. we went up there, ogled shamelessly at the cavies through a fence. yes, i know i hate them. but they were shirtless and schveaty. and........ *falls*...... anyway. we bought our tickets, which were great seats. i was so happy.

the shows. i forgot to bring a notebook in so i could review. the colts are so great! i'm imprseed. they've improved a lot. of course, phantom was my favorite. but only because my scouts weren't there. phantom deserved at LEAST second. because they were on. their drill was so much more inventive than the cavies, as usual. they used the whole field, not just down center. the guard was tight. but the glassmen have made such a huge comeback.... they did well too. and they got second. and the cavies got first. which made me want to jump down onto the field and strangle someone. they sucked! the only reason the won is because they have shiny new houns, aestheticly pleasing uniforms, and darren's dance grooves in the middle of their drill. and the guard choreography was mundane. completely boring. omg. first place my ass. that belongs to phantom. and the cavies beat them by a lot, too. ugh.

i saw so many people from eiu. which was creepy. and kind of nice. i was surprised, because i thought everyone from eiu was a damn elitest chicago-dweller. but it was cool, and i don't feel too shitty about next year anymore.

josh got sponsored. the guy in front of us worked for WGI a lot. and he and josh talked guard whilst i watched the shows. and the guy offered to sponsor josh, esp. if he auditions for the maddies, which he was going to do anyway. so. yeah. happy!

oh, and when we were in KC, our room was on, like, the 22 floor. which no tall buildings across from it. and i've always wanted to stand in front of one of those windows naked and be like "HELLO, KANSAS CITY!" and wiggle about. so when i went to take a shower, i locked the door, lost the towel, and got to fulfill my dream.

i can die happy now.
:: Delanor Benson 2:05 AM [+] ::

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*yawn*

i need incentive to blog. because i've done so much this week. i need a new design. which i have all set up in my head, but no one to help me. plus, it would really cut into my sitting around time. right, beth? ;)

ok. so. first? warped tour. i'm not going to let earth-shattering lonliness and betrayal stop me from seeing bad-motherfuckin-religion. i had the gas. i had the ticket. and i was going. enough said.

the drive to STL is so easy. i should do it more often. got there. got the closest parking space humanly possible. went in, nearly had an anxiety attack. alone in a crowd again. i hate that. but eventually resourceful, independant del beat pussy-ass del within an inch of her life, and left her to recover in my brain stem. and i walked around, saw Something Corporate, Trust Co., and New Found Glory. and NFG was good. they all were. but i'm impressed with NFG, because i haaated them. but..... yeah. if they tour again, i'll be there. anyway.
i'd like to say that i've never met so many well-mannered punks. it was eerie. it was really crowded, and if some guy with a green mohawk bumped into me very slightly, he'd be all "oh, i'm so sorry! you ok?"
which brings me to another point. 'hawks. these are not dying out. jesus. lots of them. everywhere. not enough by any means, but still plenty. and they all melted by the end of the day.
i started to watch alkaline trio, and was all excited. then i tried to jump around, and got dizzy. and i tried to go sit down on the lawn and rest, but it made me feel worse. like i was going to spew. i was having a hard time walking. i knew i had to get to my car, because i knew i was getting heat exhaustion. i drank so much water on the way up, but i guess it didn't help much. so i stumbled to the front gate gagging. and realized that there's no re-entry. but i had *two* tickets, since sarah bailed one me. so i used it to get back in. things have a way of turning out ok. when i got to the car, i was red. like, RED. by whole body. but i had to stay in cool air for 3 hours before i could handle the heat and sun again..... and i missed A3. but got back to the stadium in plenty of time to wander about. decided i should get to BR's stage a set early, so i could wiggle up front. flogging molly. omg. they rock. i have no words. irish punk rolls. anyway. so. BR came out. and the crowd was so impatient. i was in a couple "pits" that day, and i took a look at them all. but this crowd was fuckin' crazy.

i stayed in the pit the whole 40 minutes. i'm so proud of myself. fo'real. it wasn't too bad, either. the kids were all cool. no one being an asshole. apparently the asshole that was flinging yoohoo cans during flogging molly got bored. and i thought it wasn't *too* rough until he said they were going to play Supersonic. omg. ok.

ok. crowd surfers. dude. i'm all about crowd surfing. if i wasn't twice the reccomended surfing weight, i'd be all about being groped by strangers. then i realize i'd rather do the groping. anyway...... *cough*....... if you're a big guy, cut it the fuck out. esp. if you feel the need to run back and do it again. this is not six flags on a rainy day. and there were at least 5 of them rolling around at any given time. even during sorrow. oooooh. sorrow. how hardcore. some guy that was too big to be crowd surfing surfed right onto my neck. which is to be expected, and was my fault. but he wouldn't have destroyed my brain stem had he not been 190 pounds.

i was so disgusting when i left. and i was all about going home. i was covered in other people's bodily fluids as well as my own, burned, exhausted, hot, tired, and alone. aaaand my chucks really suffered in the pit. only way to do them justice. anyway. i felt so schveaty, i bought a bad religion Tshirt. i don't want/need a new one, but i wanted to change. then i went and bought a flogging molly cd.

irish men are so great. and charming. and tipsy. the attractive younger bald one winked at me. it was an irish wink. i nearly swooned myself to death.

and i drove home. which was nice. and it was a successful day.
:: Delanor Benson 1:33 AM [+] ::

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