just a little bit about last night...
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words_unravelwell, i'm sitting in the computer room (free!!) in a pretty sweet hotel after sleeping like the dead last night.
LAST NIGHT'S PANIC CONCERT WAS EVEN MORE AMAZING THAN TUESDAY, YOU GUYS.
okay -
one) we stayed back, out of the pit, which was actually pretty awesome.
two) the phantom planet boys are so sweet (and the lead singer is just, ughHOT.
three) GRETA IS GORGEOUS (bonus: Chris Faller with scruff, mmmmmm)
four) MCS is a lot more enjoyable when you're not getting beaned in the back of the head, lol
five) PANIC AT THE MOTHERTRUCKIN' DISCO.
god, you guuuuuuuuys:
Jon Walker is H.O.T.T., hotugh. see also: stoned.
Ryan MT Ross rocked OUT, mypantsugh. see also: stooooooned.
Brendon Urie sounded so, sosososososo gooooood, acoustic time to dance kind of owns me now. see also: beeeer!
SPENCER SMITH: SPEAKS, SPEAKS AGAIN, SINGS HARMONY, BEATS THE DRUMS ALL THE FUCK OUT THAT EVEN KITTY WAS ALL 'MY PANTS, SS, YOU NEED TO BE THERE NOW.' (i'm not sure his drums are going to last if he plays the rest of the tour like he did last night). see also: stoned off his gooooourd.
oh man, they seriously need to buy a metric fuckton of whatever zack procurred for them last night because jesus, it was a FUCKIN' AWESOME SHOW.
...okay, how much do i want a fic where the other three are hotboxing in the back lounge or something and they totally lock brendon out because you know, the smoke is bad for him. and he sits there and whines and paws at the door for aaaages, puppy dog voice, but the boys stay strong.
in conclusion (for now): my paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaants.
LAST NIGHT'S PANIC CONCERT WAS EVEN MORE AMAZING THAN TUESDAY, YOU GUYS.
okay -
one) we stayed back, out of the pit, which was actually pretty awesome.
two) the phantom planet boys are so sweet (and the lead singer is just, ughHOT.
three) GRETA IS GORGEOUS (bonus: Chris Faller with scruff, mmmmmm)
four) MCS is a lot more enjoyable when you're not getting beaned in the back of the head, lol
five) PANIC AT THE MOTHERTRUCKIN' DISCO.
god, you guuuuuuuuys:
Jon Walker is H.O.T.T., hotugh. see also: stoned.
Ryan MT Ross rocked OUT, mypantsugh. see also: stooooooned.
Brendon Urie sounded so, sosososososo gooooood, acoustic time to dance kind of owns me now. see also: beeeer!
SPENCER SMITH: SPEAKS, SPEAKS AGAIN, SINGS HARMONY, BEATS THE DRUMS ALL THE FUCK OUT THAT EVEN KITTY WAS ALL 'MY PANTS, SS, YOU NEED TO BE THERE NOW.' (i'm not sure his drums are going to last if he plays the rest of the tour like he did last night). see also: stoned off his gooooourd.
oh man, they seriously need to buy a metric fuckton of whatever zack procurred for them last night because jesus, it was a FUCKIN' AWESOME SHOW.
...okay, how much do i want a fic where the other three are hotboxing in the back lounge or something and they totally lock brendon out because you know, the smoke is bad for him. and he sits there and whines and paws at the door for aaaages, puppy dog voice, but the boys stay strong.
in conclusion (for now): my paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaants.
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Date: 2008-04-19 08:03 pm (UTC)Ficlet!
It's probably nothing like what you wanted but, um, I hope you like it anyway? ♥
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Date: 2008-04-19 09:56 pm (UTC)Glad you had fun.
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Date: 2008-04-20 12:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-20 12:33 am (UTC)