Shay's Adventures at Dallas Warped Tour 2007

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Just so you know, this thing is long...


After spending ridiculous amounts of money on a new tire (which they didn't do like i asked and put the tire they replaced back into the spare tire place - which you know, kinda defeats the purpose of buying another tire so that i'd have a spare just in case for the trip *sigh*) and stopping at the bank for some moolah, i was off around 4 to OKC and fallingfortruth

Well, it went really well (because yeah, even i can follow a straight line...most of the time) until i'm in OKC and go right instead of left, but eventually a nice man at the gas station got me back on track and i finally got my ass to Kitty's house.

We just chilled a while since she was on the computer and I was kinda butt-ass tired. Around 730/8 we headed over to this place where Shay decided to bite the bullet and take her love for Frank Iero a step further by getting her lip pierced (okay, I know he took his out, but dude).

So, yeah. This place was pretty damn cool and the people rocked. As far as the piercing went, the little pop sound was the only thing that I really had a problem with, but then I have a whole weird noise squicky thing (i don't know, okay? I said it was weird).

Kitty's dad made us some ravioli and awesome garlic bread while we played on the computer some more. Spent the rest of the night watching Discovery and some dude eating grubs (OMG. he bit the head off a frog. ugh.) and avoiding alligators (which I recommend - not the grubs, but avoiding alligators.)

Also? Next to the piercing place was a new tattoo parlor and I TOTALLY KNOW WHERE I'M GOING TO GET MY NEXT TATTOO AT. man, they had some beautiful stuff. srsly.


Saturday morning we got up and headed out to Dallas around 820 and spent the next 3+ hours being highly entertained by my favorite MCR AU dealer, fallingfortruth. Frank Iero was discussed in abundance. There might have been flailing and mild squee-like noises (okay, okay. a lot of flailing and squees, sue me.) Good Times, people, Good Times.

Anyway, we get into Dallas and found our exits (mostly) until the last one. And here is where mapquest failed us. Not too horribly as we got turned in the right direction and finally to the Smirnoff Music Center. Stupid me, I didn't even think about paying for parking (trust me, i've got a list for next year and will budget accordingly because god, I had nowhere near enough moolah for this year *sigh*)

We get into the venue and wonder around trying to the find the Big Ass Schedule sign that I knew I saw driving in, but it took us a couple of go-rounds to find it. Warped was tricky, you know, by having us follow the crowd and not actually putting up a sign that said Hey Stupid, there's more around the corner. haha, get it? follow the crowd?

...anyway.

We find the signs and discover to both our dismay that we've already missed The Gallows (OMG. a real punk band! Don't get me wrong, i totally adore my pop-punk boys, all of them, but I have a special place in my heart for actual punk music) everyone i know (fine. Steve from SURS - he's my supersekrit music aficionado bf, it counts) really, really loves these guys. i totally wanted to see them, alas...

So we made our list (hahahaha) and wandered around a while checking out all the merch and band tents. OMG. I could have spent soooo much money, people, it would have been a glorious thing. But as I decided I really should buy gas to get home instead, I didn't buy much of anything. Which is okay because Kitty totally won the cutest shirt EVER just by showing up at the AP tent. GO KITTY!!


Here is where I totally lose as I should have taken pics of the signed guitar and poster for My Chem that they were giving away.

OMG, YOU GUYS. Mikeyway really is SPESHUL - even his signature is SPESHUL. NO, REALLY, IT LOOKS LIKE A FIRST GRADER DID IT. IT'S LIKE HE PUT IT ON A NAMETAG ON THE FIRST DAY OF ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.

I think my love increased a thousand fold, I shit you not.


Okay, anyway. Music.

The first band we caught was Escape the Fate. EMO HAIR METAL. No, really. And their bassist was, like, tiny and pale and really, really pretty. As Kitty said, he looked like a vampire. A wee ass-kicking, blue-tattooed, 15-year old vampire. Anyway. We both decided he'd totally fit in the truck when we kidnapped him (sadly, we were unable to do so).

Dude. DUDE. Kitty totally totally broke my brain at this point. See, I swear we were besieged by 12 year olds (some of these were really, really hot 12 year olds, but I digress - and also slap my hand, omg). But anyway, there's this one kid right in front of us. And he's short. And Kitty and I discuss and decide he's about 5'2"/5'3". And Kitty goes 'he's Frank Iero-sized!'

And my brain decided to die.

Now I know he's short. I even know I have a couple of friends who are about the same size, but. just. OMG. I knew he was tiny, I knew it, but still. So Kitty would torment me occasionally by standing behind him and mouthing things at me. Aaaagh. Frank Iero, why so small? Then I just told myself he's the perfect boob-snuggling size, it helped. (especially after Kitty told me she was the same height as Gerard and well. That brought the happies to my head, for sure.)


After EtF (god, bandom has ruined me for acronyms), we head over to the main stages to catch Tiger Army (TA! yay! I love these guys despite only really knowing one song *sigh* I know, I lose at music) but decide to listen to them while moving closer to the stage where Cute is What We Aim For will be playing. Kitty seemed mildly impressed with TA, so I get points (for what, I don't know).

Cute is What We Aim For (omg, why the freakishly long name guys? come on.) Shaant is totes pretty. Lovely, lovely eyes and after reading his journal on FBR, he's gearing up to be Pete's emo twin. And why have none of you written any fic? Because he's got the girly moves. And the girly ankles. And the girly hair and I now I totally feel bad about equating girly = porn fiction but okay, I don't really feel that bad. Especially when Dave Melillo is playing with them this summer and OMGHEISREALLYREALLYPRETTY. So, yeah, flist get on that, kthnx. I do wish Shaant's mic had been up higher but it could have had something to do with the fact that my stomach was rocking with the bounce of the speakers in front of us. I don't know.

OH YEAH! On the last song, CIWWAF was joined by the lead singer of Boys Like Girls. Who's totally cute btw, and had this shirt on that I really, really wanted. But that's not really important.


We stayed at this stage because Red Jumpsuit Apparatus was next. During the interim, we listened to Chiodos. Oh man. The lead singer has to be the most adorable thing EVER. Seriously, you guys, I didn't even see him and I wanted to snuggle him. A-DOOR-AH-BULL.

So.

Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.

Like I stated previously I lose at support because although the album is on my list, I have not yet purchased it. I knew I liked Face Down, yeah? And I've been really digging False Pretense (I'd dig it more if our radio station would actually, you know, play new stuff - i swear, I've yet to hear My Chem's Teenagers at home, but I heard it TWICE on Saturday - come on, 104.5, you're killing me).

Sorry, tangent. But back to RJA...

Have I mentioned my absolute adoration for boys that can sing beautifully and then scream like their gnads are on fire? Seriously. It totally does things for me. Happy, happy things. AFI. Thrice. The Used. And now we can totes add RJA to the list because man, oh man, can that boy throw some hot-ass vocals around the yard. Gah *flail*

Also? I apparently have a thing for long-haired bearded guitarists. Very, very strange as I am normally attracted to the long, pretty ones, you know? But for some reason, I would totally do the guy. I dunno. But Bob Bryar better watch out, lol, as he's who this guy reminded me of, in a roundabout way. Probably the hair color. Huh.

Any-who, RJA rocked the house, Kitty only lost her glasses once and security pulled more boys and girls out of the pit than I've ever seen (admittedly, I haven't been to that many concerts), and the sun decided to make its grand entrance during this performance, with the most squished crowd we'd been in. I'm pretty sure the lead singer was totally hating life as he kept trying to find a full water can every 2 seconds. Poor thing. And of course, they were the band who got to play the extra 10 minutes for this tour stop. Hee.


As I can't remember everything in the exact order, I know that in between getting into the venue and catching RJA, we saw bits and pieces of Amber Pacific and the Dear and Departed (perhaps severe dehydration played a part in this. possibly.)

I do know we heard Bad Religion as we walked away after RJA and I did a little squee in my head, but we were desperate for some liquid at this point, we did not stay to listen. As we were walking over to the water vendor, I said something about those mist tents (which should be required for these things) and barring that, a water hose. And Kitty's all 'what? like that?' Thus my prayers were answered and I became a candidate for Warped Tour 2007 Wet T-shirt Contest. Okay, not really. But my shirt was soaked and I felt glorious. Happy day.

At this point, Kitty and I were both 'MUST SIT NOW.' So we parked it in front of the Evaline tent and chilled for a while. One, the Evaline merch boy was quite cute and Two, our seats were prime vantage points for the Mockery of Our Fellow Tour Goers show.

Several things to come out of this Show:
1) it's totally a rule that if 2 guys are a) cute/hot and b)wearing the same shirt, they totes have to make out

2) love handles and bellies are not pretty in scene clothes. Unless you're really fuckin' skinny or bad-ass. Then you get a pass. (trust me, there weren't a lot of passes given. ergh.)

3) #1 totally applies to hot girls as well

4) we weren't sure exactly the reasoning behind the 12 year old male Paramore fans (do they really like the music? or is Hayley just hot?) Questions that need to be answered. Or not. (haha, side note - i remarked to Kitty that there were A LOT of boys at the CIWWAF show and she was like, yeah, for their girlfriends. EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT ALL BUT ONE I SAW WAS TOTALLY SINGING THE WORDS BACK TO SHAANT. hahahahaha.)

okay, these were kind of lame in comparison to the number of times Kitty nearly made me snort water out of my nose. And dammit, i really wish i could remember exactly what our flip signs needed to say. *sigh* I lose. EDIT: I have been reminded by my nefarious cohort (see comments) that our signs would read 'Yes Pls' on one side and 'DO NOT WANT' on the other. WE WIN AT LIFE. OR AT LEAST KITTY DOES AS SHE IS RIDICULOUSLY CLEVER LIKE THAT. Whatever, I totes win at taking her with me.

Anyway, from our prime resting spot we heard an excellent set by Bayside, whom I've decided is bloody fantastic and thus I shall soon be stalking. Also caught a bit of Paramore's set. Dammit if Misery Business isn't some catchy shit. I'm supporting the label, right guys?

We finally hauled our asses up since Kitty wanted me to see the adorableness of Evaline's lead singer. Who, of course, was...adorable. I'm sorry guys, by this time Saturday, my brain was kind of fried and by this time as I'm writing this out (OH SHIT, 7 PAGES, YO.), my adjectives are failing. Stick it. (okay, not really because if you've actually read this far, you should totally get awesome hugs. So, yeah *AWESOME HUGS*.)


So by this time, we've spent god awful amounts of money on water and powerade (which let me tell you - wide mouth bottles and first, new lip piercings = dribble. I seriously felt about 3 years old) and our feet hurt like mad, so we head over to the actual ampitheatre seats where the smartpunk and hurley.com stages were so that we could see Boys Like Girls.

We located Kitty's seats for Project Revolution (OMG - MY CHEM AND TBS. YAAAAAAAY!!! *ahem*). Saw a couple of other bands while waiting, but I didn't catch the name for either which was okay because we were both meh about them.

Finally we get BLG. Who are cute and bouncy, and did I mention cute? At least the lead singer with his spiky hair which would be really east to, you know, tug and stuff. But I digress. Again. *sigh*

Okay, guys. What is it about bass players. Does it say somewhere that they have to be wee? Because dude. The BLG bass player was adorably pocket-sized and rowdy. With a blond emo bang. I kinda wanted to kidnap him. *ponders* That would have been a really tight fit, you know, with BLG and EtF's (Have I mentioned how much I love bandom and it's acronymistic tendancies? wow, is that even a word?)bass players in my truck. Haha, omg, those two were like polar opposites in looks and stuff, hahaha.

Sorry, i'm going nuts, I've been writing this too long.


So, we're done. Tired, burnt and our feet HURT. We head out then. I felt kinda bad since both Anberlin and Yellowcard were set to play the last gigs and I like both of them, but they were all the way back on the other side of the venue and I think I might have cried to have to walk that far again. Which is kind of ironic seeing as how we had to walk the same distance TO GET TO THE CAR. omg. But it's cool because we totes heard Anberlin on the way, so Yay!

The drive home was a lot quieter but we had some awesome beef noodle soup (or Beef Pho) at the place right next to the gas station. Our waiter (probably the owner) was a total riot and we both admired the tea pot Kitty's hot tea came in. I kind of hauled ass (for me, anyway) on the way home and we arrived around 1130 or so. That drive is not bad at all, if I do say so myself.

We chilled as per Friday night, with the computer and Animal Planet (WOMBATS! OMGSOCUTE.) I was bad and stayed up until 3 because I am addicted to teh internetz. Woke up around 830 but as I had set my alarm to 10, I was all WTF? and slept for another hour. Got up (finally) around 945 and played on the computer some more (I mean it, people, A-D-D-I-C-T-I-O-N.)

I have to admit I was a complete loser and didn't wake Kitty up to say goodbye because I hate them. So I wrote a sappy note instead (*headdesk* I am so lame.) and headed home.

Where I had to go sit on my ass at a horse show for 5 hours. ugh.

So that's it, my weekend in a nutshell. A NUTSHELL THE SIZE OF MY HOUSE. sheesh.

You made it to the end. Wow.

*more awesome hugs and a fond grope*