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sofiaviolet) wrote2007-10-28 10:58 pm
sofiaviolet) wrote2007-10-28 10:58 pm
It's the end of the world - what better time to fuck a zombie in the bathroom at a party?
Um, I fail at LJ, sorry. I slept and slept and slept when I got back from MCR, and then I saw TAI... in Providence yesterday. So here's my Wednesday and Thursday - Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to follow in a separate post to avoid teal deer.
If you're wondering about the subject line, it's a result of a conversation I had with Kitty and Ness at one in the morning in a cafe in New York City.
I'm sorry I didn't make any phone posts from MCR. For about half the show, I couldn't even reach my cell phone, and then I was sure it would get knocked out of my hands if I tried to do anything.
The basics of this post were originally written in my journal at about 2:30 in a subway station in New York City, as was the cut text.
I didn't actually go to bed Tuesday night. Oops. I took the 6:45 bus out of South Station and didn't sleep then either. After an uneventful bus ride, I found myself killing time in New York City from about 11:30 on. I texted Ness and Kitty, then ate some lunch. I window shopped for a while, then got a reply that they were already in Hoboken. So I headed over there too.
First I went to the wrong station, then I missed my train, then I couldn't find Dunkin Donuts. But eventually I was there. We headed to the venue, got our wristbands (33, woohoo!), and then were told to gtfo for the next hour. We did our makeup in a park, took some goofy myspacesque pictures, and went back to stand in line.
I talked to a bunch of lj people, only some of whom I've managed to find since I got back. I saw Bob, Ray, and Gerard, and Frank came out for a while to sign stuff. Kitty and Ness gave him candy and Epstein Barr and he was delighted.
I can't be all that coherent about the show itself. It's probably the best first-time-seeing-MCR-live experience I could have hoped for. It sure as hell won't be the last time I see them, unless I get run over on my way to class or something. I cannot fucking wait for the DVD so I can relive it again and again.
Some details:
• They played a new song, and Gerard refused to tell us what it's called.
• They didn't play anything off Bullets, but I don't really mind.
• I couldn't really see Bob or Ray, but I did have a very clear view of Mikey and a slightly less clear view of Frank and a somewhat more obstructed but nevertheless excellent view of Gerard.
• Mikey looked really happy and was making eye contact all over the place (including with me, yay!).
• Gerard kept asking the crowd to step back because the people at the front were getting squished that badly, but I'm not sure it worked.
• Like the cut said, Frank did spit on me, which, on the one hand, Frank Iero, but on the other hand, he spit on me.
• If I were the kind of person who cried at all (except when depressed as fuck and near-suicidal, I do cry then sometimes), I would have bawled my eyes out at Cancer, particularly after finding out that my uncle's lung cancer came back. But I don't cry, so.
Someone was kind enough to drive a few of us back to the station, but there was one more person than there were seats in her car, so I wound up doing a slutty Frank sprawl across the back seat. Once we were back in Manhattan, Kitty, Ness, and I headed to a cafe for a few hours. We talked a lot about fic. They left for the airport and I wrote this, then took the subway round and round for a few hours to keep myself awake and warm. Finally, I hit the 48 hours without sleep mark, boarded my bus home, and grabbed a few hours of rest.
If you're wondering about the subject line, it's a result of a conversation I had with Kitty and Ness at one in the morning in a cafe in New York City.
I'm sorry I didn't make any phone posts from MCR. For about half the show, I couldn't even reach my cell phone, and then I was sure it would get knocked out of my hands if I tried to do anything.
The basics of this post were originally written in my journal at about 2:30 in a subway station in New York City, as was the cut text.
I didn't actually go to bed Tuesday night. Oops. I took the 6:45 bus out of South Station and didn't sleep then either. After an uneventful bus ride, I found myself killing time in New York City from about 11:30 on. I texted Ness and Kitty, then ate some lunch. I window shopped for a while, then got a reply that they were already in Hoboken. So I headed over there too.
First I went to the wrong station, then I missed my train, then I couldn't find Dunkin Donuts. But eventually I was there. We headed to the venue, got our wristbands (33, woohoo!), and then were told to gtfo for the next hour. We did our makeup in a park, took some goofy myspacesque pictures, and went back to stand in line.
I talked to a bunch of lj people, only some of whom I've managed to find since I got back. I saw Bob, Ray, and Gerard, and Frank came out for a while to sign stuff. Kitty and Ness gave him candy and Epstein Barr and he was delighted.
I can't be all that coherent about the show itself. It's probably the best first-time-seeing-MCR-live experience I could have hoped for. It sure as hell won't be the last time I see them, unless I get run over on my way to class or something. I cannot fucking wait for the DVD so I can relive it again and again.
Some details:
• They played a new song, and Gerard refused to tell us what it's called.
• They didn't play anything off Bullets, but I don't really mind.
• I couldn't really see Bob or Ray, but I did have a very clear view of Mikey and a slightly less clear view of Frank and a somewhat more obstructed but nevertheless excellent view of Gerard.
• Mikey looked really happy and was making eye contact all over the place (including with me, yay!).
• Gerard kept asking the crowd to step back because the people at the front were getting squished that badly, but I'm not sure it worked.
• Like the cut said, Frank did spit on me, which, on the one hand, Frank Iero, but on the other hand, he spit on me.
• If I were the kind of person who cried at all (except when depressed as fuck and near-suicidal, I do cry then sometimes), I would have bawled my eyes out at Cancer, particularly after finding out that my uncle's lung cancer came back. But I don't cry, so.
Someone was kind enough to drive a few of us back to the station, but there was one more person than there were seats in her car, so I wound up doing a slutty Frank sprawl across the back seat. Once we were back in Manhattan, Kitty, Ness, and I headed to a cafe for a few hours. We talked a lot about fic. They left for the airport and I wrote this, then took the subway round and round for a few hours to keep myself awake and warm. Finally, I hit the 48 hours without sleep mark, boarded my bus home, and grabbed a few hours of rest.
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I'm not seeing the problem here.
*winks*
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