Post by smegbabie on Mar 31, 2004 12:30:33 GMT -5
This is in a different thread so it could be easily removed later on.
Ladies & Gentlemen! Boys & Girls! Children of all ages! Due to a SPECIAL request, I present you with another PSYCHO MILLION WORD ESSAY! ;D Adjust your seat. Load on refreshments. Play some mood music. Strap on some Depends. Or hit the Back button and ignore this. Otherwise…
Mon, Mar 29: Sidebar (Baltimore, MD)
As stated in another thread, I had a fellow excursionaire. (If that wasn’t a word before, it is now.) My wonderwall Mike drove me. A lovely 9-10 hour drive. We left with a bit of leeway. A tip to travelers: if you really get bored, I implore you to partake in the joy that is Interstate Bingo. Play Black Out for true mental torture. That will keep you busy for a while.
Now I know it’s not a big deal to people who live in a big city but I’ve never been in traffic like that before. Thanks to the person who decided to be an ass, wreck and hold up traffic for 1 1/2 hours. I do hope no one was hurt but I have places to be people and we were making such good time until then! Sorry, I digress. So we followed our directions but still got lost. What the hell is with me and getting lost? It's a show tradition now. Lost Time's consistent too: 45 min. We decided to find the place before we did anything else. Once found, we got situated. We actually had a small amount of time to spare. I brought mace and so ready to use the entire bottle and beat the Bejeezus out of anyone. Mike stayed behind. He was exhausted and wanted to sleep. We were planning a straight drive back afterwards.
TOTAL HEINOSITY MOMENT
I’d never been there before so I thought the decorated door with the nice awning was the entrance. WRONG! Jackass Moment! I discovered that it was the door bands with brand new amps were using it to load. I totally hoped no one noticed. Apparently, the other door (unmarked as it was) was the entrance. I hid my face and was out the door. I walked to the other door but instead of going in, I stood out in the cold for like 10 min. In a MO jacket and hoodie. I hoped during this time, I had become a figment of people’s imaginations. I smiled at people, talked to myself and pretended to wait for someone. I finally asked a guy (I think it was Urny of Cruiserweight. If not, thanks anyway.) if it was okay to go in. He said it was and I went in. Josh was right there but embarrassment still consumed me. I got situated in an empty spot by the wall. I wanted to cry or just leave again. I looked up and Jeff was sitting at the bar. He said hey. It was weird because I could have sworn he wasn’t there a few seconds before. Very Twilight Zone. I decided to unload my gifts to get my mind off of my stupidity. First, a looksie at my crackhead homemade shirt of Jeff. Screen caps of SDUR showing the proper execution of a perfect stick point with an FW logo on back. He actually thought it was cool. I was ready to be slammed and told I sucked. Seriously, the caption alone called for that. It had to be shown off to everyone. Atom got a pic of it. It was a bit scary. The shirt was a bit on the thin side so I wore my lightest colored, thinnest bra. Any woman should know what could happen if a camera flashed at the right angle. Jeff and I found Josh so he could behold the awesomeness that was my shirt. I confessed to making a shirt of each member to change into throughout the night. Josh had to see what I did for his shirt. We walked back to the bar to meet back up with Atom. I showed them the others and they actually like them, to my surprise. I was so ready for slams that I had Haterade for the occasion. I gave the shirts to them and the other gifts. The giving of the roll of quarters has become a tradition. It just doesn’t feel right not to. Ask and you shall receive. They didn’t specify particular Lifesavers flavors so I got them Original, Crème, Pep-O-Mint & Spearmint. Jeff told me about the sparking of a Spearmint one when bit into in the dark. Guess what I will be doing for the next few weeks. Jeff got a pack of his fave gum. (Yes, I am psycho enough to remember stuff like that.) Atom got a few Redd Kross CDs. (That goes back to Wilmington, NC. Oh, Atom - ZMK, Track 1, Verse 2 is all for you.) And of course Haterade. Mmm Mmm B-otch!
There was discussion of a backstage password. A Triumphant Weiner will get you far. 
I had a guilt trip and apologized to Atom about the ‘photo’. Atom’s reason it was cropped was because he didn’t like how his stomach looked in the picture. It was in no way related to a certain board discussion. He was quite surprised at the prospect of so many eyes looking at a certain bodily region. He didn’t even notice it. Now, I can die. (Wicked, bad, naughty, evil margie. I’m a naughty person and must pay the penalty. I must be tied down on a bed and…wait. Sorry.) I won’t go into the little tongue thing about a guitar. Thank you Atom for a mental image that I won’t forget. (Wicked, bad, naughty, evil margie.) At this point, Ben had electrified the room with his presence. Shirts again! Ben’s sick so wish him well. Jeff needs love too. He hurt his knee back in TX. It was better today so he’s confident that it will heal (Jeff, see a doctor soon anyway. Please.) Showtime!
A brief pause while I reflect on my psycho stalkerness. As stated before, this is a request. Let me get the Haterade ready. Okay. Just Breathe.
All Time Low was cool band. Show some support at their battle of the bands with brand new amps if you can. They were hardcore. No. Like Brand New. No. Like Blink 182. All 3 maybe? Anyone? Cruiserweight was amazing. Thanks Stella for the shout out. Thanks to Josh for the CD recommendations. Check these guys out! Yogi is insane. (Moral Dilema: pancakes or french toast.) Next FW. While the guys were setting up, I met 2 cool girls. I don’t remember names. There also was a group of girls that got a pic onstage with the band. Crazy yet so sweet. Despite the fact they were all like middle/high school aged, they did bring up a thought. FW could so be in some Girls Gone Wild style video. Half naked women & all. (Wicked, bad, naughty, evil margie.) There was Kevin the heckler. Who can forget him?
FEABLE WEINER!
They crashed and burned! Possibly the worst show ever!
Sloppy & half-assed. I couldn’t believe I traveled 10 hours for this. Looks of absolute horror all around. I can’t go on. I was sorely disappointed. I wanted to cry. Oh God, the hair! No word has been created yet to describe the extreme suckage. Total heinosity at its worst. This is what happens when you get your hopes up. It all comes crashing down. I left totally crushed.
Oh Snap! No, she ditn’t!
Seriously, they totally rocked!! Gorgeous Hair! Is that even a question? They were so hot tonight. How hot? If Mike was there, he’d be gay now. That’s how hot. Several dedications/requests went out. The ‘pic girls’ got the theme. ‘Cool girls’ had 7th Grade. FW gave Handjabs to a group of guys. Wait. They dedicated Handjabs to a group of guys (ATL). I got to be a Strawberry Debutante for the night. I was even knighted by Josh during the song. Awesome. Atom’s a cruel man. I tried to get a drum solo but Dr. Evil kept cutting me off. Bastard! Ahh, Shredfest. What can I say? Another awe-inspiring moment. Master Shredder proved he truly is a master and I am now completely his b itch. (Wicked, bad, naughty, evil margie.) Ben is so totally the Ace of Bass. Ask his thighs. They know. Josh showed the world what a Legendary Axeman he is. The God of Thunder refrained from slaughtering the entire room with his overwhelmingly awesome powers. ;D
After all that, I checked out the merch booth. I got a shirt so I could change and finally got my CD signed. I always forget it. Why didn’t I just buy one? Ask Jeff. Then, Digger went on. Also an amazing band. I‘d heard a lot of good things about them from other people so I had to check them out. Loved Tim’s solo from atop the amp. Classic! Check these guys out also.
I got a pic of Jeff’s busted up thumb. I tell you, the force is strong in this one. I was a “roadie” for like 5 seconds. Am I pathetic or what? Who really begs to carry people’s stuff? I feel accomplished now. Shake & Bake, baby! And I helped. I carried Atom’s guitar to the van. He wasn’t lying about it being heavy. I am so sorry to the guy I smacked with it. During the loading, some Haterade was dropped and busted. Atom put it on a pile of boxes. He came back saying a guy was sleeping in the boxes. Enjoy the Haterade. Back inside, I got to hear the Ketchup story. Hilarious (and Tragic). I got some pics. I must practice the Atomic art of photography. Then it was back outside. Ben was bustin out a new move. The Earth will rumble. Oh yes, It will. Yogi declared he could piggyback all 4 Weiners. This declaration was brought about due to some questionable spooning by Josh and Ben. So the fun begins. Yogi got Josh on his back. Atom convinced Jeff to go next. Ben wanted no part of it. Once the 3 were situated and dodged oncoming cars, Atom decided to get a running start to assume his place as King of the Mountain. I was to take the picture of the result. Please, I beg of you all to wish Jeff well. Seriously, it was bad. I really hope it wasn’t as bad as it looked. After that brilliant display of wit, we all parted ways. (Hugs not drugs.
)
On the way back to the parking garage, I was followed by a homeless guy. I was so ready to spray him and reign some hell. Thankfully, it did not come to that. I gave him some change and he left me alone. It was so unnerving and scary. I was glad to get back to the car. We left Baltimore and drove as much as we could before settling at a motel. Room 111 at the Super 8 in Lorton, VA will now be known as the Andersen Suite.
A most excellent adventure/bogus journey. (Note to Ben: It was Ever After. It plagued me all the way home.) And that concludes the MILLION WORD ESSAY.
Ladies & Gentlemen! Boys & Girls! Children of all ages! Due to a SPECIAL request, I present you with another PSYCHO MILLION WORD ESSAY! ;D Adjust your seat. Load on refreshments. Play some mood music. Strap on some Depends. Or hit the Back button and ignore this. Otherwise…
Mon, Mar 29: Sidebar (Baltimore, MD)
As stated in another thread, I had a fellow excursionaire. (If that wasn’t a word before, it is now.) My wonderwall Mike drove me. A lovely 9-10 hour drive. We left with a bit of leeway. A tip to travelers: if you really get bored, I implore you to partake in the joy that is Interstate Bingo. Play Black Out for true mental torture. That will keep you busy for a while.
Now I know it’s not a big deal to people who live in a big city but I’ve never been in traffic like that before. Thanks to the person who decided to be an ass, wreck and hold up traffic for 1 1/2 hours. I do hope no one was hurt but I have places to be people and we were making such good time until then! Sorry, I digress. So we followed our directions but still got lost. What the hell is with me and getting lost? It's a show tradition now. Lost Time's consistent too: 45 min. We decided to find the place before we did anything else. Once found, we got situated. We actually had a small amount of time to spare. I brought mace and so ready to use the entire bottle and beat the Bejeezus out of anyone. Mike stayed behind. He was exhausted and wanted to sleep. We were planning a straight drive back afterwards. TOTAL HEINOSITY MOMENT
I’d never been there before so I thought the decorated door with the nice awning was the entrance. WRONG! Jackass Moment! I discovered that it was the door bands with brand new amps were using it to load. I totally hoped no one noticed. Apparently, the other door (unmarked as it was) was the entrance. I hid my face and was out the door. I walked to the other door but instead of going in, I stood out in the cold for like 10 min. In a MO jacket and hoodie. I hoped during this time, I had become a figment of people’s imaginations. I smiled at people, talked to myself and pretended to wait for someone. I finally asked a guy (I think it was Urny of Cruiserweight. If not, thanks anyway.) if it was okay to go in. He said it was and I went in. Josh was right there but embarrassment still consumed me. I got situated in an empty spot by the wall. I wanted to cry or just leave again. I looked up and Jeff was sitting at the bar. He said hey. It was weird because I could have sworn he wasn’t there a few seconds before. Very Twilight Zone. I decided to unload my gifts to get my mind off of my stupidity. First, a looksie at my crackhead homemade shirt of Jeff. Screen caps of SDUR showing the proper execution of a perfect stick point with an FW logo on back. He actually thought it was cool. I was ready to be slammed and told I sucked. Seriously, the caption alone called for that. It had to be shown off to everyone. Atom got a pic of it. It was a bit scary. The shirt was a bit on the thin side so I wore my lightest colored, thinnest bra. Any woman should know what could happen if a camera flashed at the right angle. Jeff and I found Josh so he could behold the awesomeness that was my shirt. I confessed to making a shirt of each member to change into throughout the night. Josh had to see what I did for his shirt. We walked back to the bar to meet back up with Atom. I showed them the others and they actually like them, to my surprise. I was so ready for slams that I had Haterade for the occasion. I gave the shirts to them and the other gifts. The giving of the roll of quarters has become a tradition. It just doesn’t feel right not to. Ask and you shall receive. They didn’t specify particular Lifesavers flavors so I got them Original, Crème, Pep-O-Mint & Spearmint. Jeff told me about the sparking of a Spearmint one when bit into in the dark. Guess what I will be doing for the next few weeks. Jeff got a pack of his fave gum. (Yes, I am psycho enough to remember stuff like that.) Atom got a few Redd Kross CDs. (That goes back to Wilmington, NC. Oh, Atom - ZMK, Track 1, Verse 2 is all for you.) And of course Haterade. Mmm Mmm B-otch!
There was discussion of a backstage password. A Triumphant Weiner will get you far. 
I had a guilt trip and apologized to Atom about the ‘photo’. Atom’s reason it was cropped was because he didn’t like how his stomach looked in the picture. It was in no way related to a certain board discussion. He was quite surprised at the prospect of so many eyes looking at a certain bodily region. He didn’t even notice it. Now, I can die. (Wicked, bad, naughty, evil margie. I’m a naughty person and must pay the penalty. I must be tied down on a bed and…wait. Sorry.) I won’t go into the little tongue thing about a guitar. Thank you Atom for a mental image that I won’t forget. (Wicked, bad, naughty, evil margie.) At this point, Ben had electrified the room with his presence. Shirts again! Ben’s sick so wish him well. Jeff needs love too. He hurt his knee back in TX. It was better today so he’s confident that it will heal (Jeff, see a doctor soon anyway. Please.) Showtime!A brief pause while I reflect on my psycho stalkerness. As stated before, this is a request. Let me get the Haterade ready. Okay. Just Breathe.
All Time Low was cool band. Show some support at their battle of the bands with brand new amps if you can. They were hardcore. No. Like Brand New. No. Like Blink 182. All 3 maybe? Anyone? Cruiserweight was amazing. Thanks Stella for the shout out. Thanks to Josh for the CD recommendations. Check these guys out! Yogi is insane. (Moral Dilema: pancakes or french toast.) Next FW. While the guys were setting up, I met 2 cool girls. I don’t remember names. There also was a group of girls that got a pic onstage with the band. Crazy yet so sweet. Despite the fact they were all like middle/high school aged, they did bring up a thought. FW could so be in some Girls Gone Wild style video. Half naked women & all. (Wicked, bad, naughty, evil margie.) There was Kevin the heckler. Who can forget him?
FEABLE WEINER!
They crashed and burned! Possibly the worst show ever!
Sloppy & half-assed. I couldn’t believe I traveled 10 hours for this. Looks of absolute horror all around. I can’t go on. I was sorely disappointed. I wanted to cry. Oh God, the hair! No word has been created yet to describe the extreme suckage. Total heinosity at its worst. This is what happens when you get your hopes up. It all comes crashing down. I left totally crushed.Oh Snap! No, she ditn’t!
Seriously, they totally rocked!! Gorgeous Hair! Is that even a question? They were so hot tonight. How hot? If Mike was there, he’d be gay now. That’s how hot. Several dedications/requests went out. The ‘pic girls’ got the theme. ‘Cool girls’ had 7th Grade. FW gave Handjabs to a group of guys. Wait. They dedicated Handjabs to a group of guys (ATL). I got to be a Strawberry Debutante for the night. I was even knighted by Josh during the song. Awesome. Atom’s a cruel man. I tried to get a drum solo but Dr. Evil kept cutting me off. Bastard! Ahh, Shredfest. What can I say? Another awe-inspiring moment. Master Shredder proved he truly is a master and I am now completely his b itch. (Wicked, bad, naughty, evil margie.) Ben is so totally the Ace of Bass. Ask his thighs. They know. Josh showed the world what a Legendary Axeman he is. The God of Thunder refrained from slaughtering the entire room with his overwhelmingly awesome powers. ;D
After all that, I checked out the merch booth. I got a shirt so I could change and finally got my CD signed. I always forget it. Why didn’t I just buy one? Ask Jeff. Then, Digger went on. Also an amazing band. I‘d heard a lot of good things about them from other people so I had to check them out. Loved Tim’s solo from atop the amp. Classic! Check these guys out also.
I got a pic of Jeff’s busted up thumb. I tell you, the force is strong in this one. I was a “roadie” for like 5 seconds. Am I pathetic or what? Who really begs to carry people’s stuff? I feel accomplished now. Shake & Bake, baby! And I helped. I carried Atom’s guitar to the van. He wasn’t lying about it being heavy. I am so sorry to the guy I smacked with it. During the loading, some Haterade was dropped and busted. Atom put it on a pile of boxes. He came back saying a guy was sleeping in the boxes. Enjoy the Haterade. Back inside, I got to hear the Ketchup story. Hilarious (and Tragic). I got some pics. I must practice the Atomic art of photography. Then it was back outside. Ben was bustin out a new move. The Earth will rumble. Oh yes, It will. Yogi declared he could piggyback all 4 Weiners. This declaration was brought about due to some questionable spooning by Josh and Ben. So the fun begins. Yogi got Josh on his back. Atom convinced Jeff to go next. Ben wanted no part of it. Once the 3 were situated and dodged oncoming cars, Atom decided to get a running start to assume his place as King of the Mountain. I was to take the picture of the result. Please, I beg of you all to wish Jeff well. Seriously, it was bad. I really hope it wasn’t as bad as it looked. After that brilliant display of wit, we all parted ways. (Hugs not drugs.
) On the way back to the parking garage, I was followed by a homeless guy. I was so ready to spray him and reign some hell. Thankfully, it did not come to that. I gave him some change and he left me alone. It was so unnerving and scary. I was glad to get back to the car. We left Baltimore and drove as much as we could before settling at a motel. Room 111 at the Super 8 in Lorton, VA will now be known as the Andersen Suite.
A most excellent adventure/bogus journey. (Note to Ben: It was Ever After. It plagued me all the way home.) And that concludes the MILLION WORD ESSAY.
when i go to one though i hope i have as much fun as u did (how can i not FW totally rocks) ;D the part about the hobo following you was hilliarious i was laughing my butt off 
