the best laid plans of mice and men

i went to see jimmy eat world yesterday. it turned out to be an awesome concert. the bands before were alright. the new amsterdams were great, as was expected, and the donnas were damn hot. the two bands between them: elefant and g-love and the special sauce were good too. elefant’s frontman was on drugs like whoa. although i can’t quite figure out what. it had to be a stimulant of some sort. they seemed very david bowie inspired. almost in a way that is less than good. the music was alright though and the stage presence was amazing. g-love was just a lot of fun. even though joe didn’t really like him he made the stoner in me all kinds of excited. if the concert would’ve been outdoors in the spring/early summer i think it would’ve rocked my face off. for JEW i decided to stay in the crowd and try to push forward when the music started. so i worked pit mechanics and used their momentum to get me about 4 feet or less from the barriers. i was so close i could see jimmy’s legs when the crowd split a little. it was amazing. probably the best concert experience i’ve ever had. less perhaps moneen this summer. but that good show was their fault. not mine/the rest of the audiences. i think i need to start moshing more. it helps my mood. and now that i’m not quite as afraid of getting kicked around. mosh pits are feminism.

i’m not really doing anything else with my life. i got home a 2am the other day to a nice AIDS lecture from mom. about how her parents only had to worry about pregnancy but now there are things like AIDS and she just worries so much and… they’re interesting lectures. this one also covered the importance of watching for deer while driving, how easy it is to get shot at a concert (more later), and AIDS.

Mom and Jess on how easy it is to get shot at a concert
Mom: Be careful. I don’t want you to get shot.
Jess: What are you talking about?
Mom: well the other day at that concert…
Jess: mom, that was pantera.
Mom: so? it just shows it can happen.
Jess: Mom. Pantera.
Mom: ::silence::
Jess: His name was dime bag for chrissakes.
Mom: Well what is this guys name?
Jess: Jimmy.
Mom: I’m just saying be careful.
Jess: ::eyerolling::

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