My brother told me that I was awkward and I guess to some people I did really appear that way, but I was really enjoying myself. My brother (who is fourteen and is built like a college football linebacker decked out in that punk/scene/goth thing that so many teenagers are prone to wearing these days) is the type of person that knows everybody and enjoys being in the midst of it all, I on the other hand love to observe. I tend to get lost in my own mind coming up with different stories about people and things. Like the second band that played. They were a cover band and all of them looked to be in their fourties except for one was maybe 25ish. They looked like a bunch of old high school friends going through a midlife crisis so they decided to relive their youth by reforming their old band but their old guitarist passed away and so one of the guys (probably the bassist’s) son stepped in to humor his father. I can just here the son now “Dad, when are you going to be over all of this so that you can go back to work and repay my college loans for me?” Poor guy.

I had forgotten that so many types of people come out to these things, like the older gentleman in the cowboy hat or the Blonde guy that looked as if he was from Austria but looked amazingly sexy in his rocker getup. Even Super man showed up (no joke. Someone was seriously dressed up as SuperMan.) Probablly the best one I saw all night was this older lady who was a little on the large size. She looked as if she needed to put the bottle down ad walk away. She was in the middle of the dance floor doing the typical I’m-Drunk-and-couldn’t-dance-sober-white-girl-dance. I laughed until I cried.

I saw the most amazing band play. They were called Bury the Bride! My brother told me about them all the way down there. By the time we got to the show I felt as if I knew each and every member personally. (haha) They were a group of teenagers that I would never have thought would be in a band together. From the black kid that was the lead singer (Okay it’s a Metalcore band so lead Vocalist?) to the guitarist that was punked out to the one that looked as if he might play on the baseball team to the skinny shaggy haired drummer. Then they started to play. I was only told afterwards that this was their second show. I was astonished. Granted they messed up in a few places but it happens. But to here that kind of sound to come out of that black guy I was knocked to the floor. It was amazing. I was astonished.

I realized last night that I had missed doing these things and hopefully I’ll get to keep doing them until I can’t here anymore, like the kid who stood in front of the speakers and watched them as all the bands played.