The details
I was going to post about this weekend, but then I didn't feel like it. So I read Kerry's lj and she said she also did not feel like leaving details and that she'd leave it up to me. So here we go.
Patric, Rusty, Kerry, and I congregated at Starbucks and took off on our adventure. It was smooth sailing on the freeway until Pacoima, which is basically as soon as you get on the 5. Traffic did not let up until Buena Park/La Mirada area when the freeway widens. I swear to God it's a traffic jam when there's only four lanes, but give us another lane and everyone remembers how to drive it's crazy. We all talked and joked and laughed though so no one really minded the traffic... until we got hungry. So we get near Downey, which normally is about 45 minutes away from home but because of the traffic it was two hours away, and Rusty tells us he really needs to pee. The poor boy had been trying to hold it till Disneyland but we just weren't getting there. We stopped at a Target and bought a bunch of chips and pretzels and that sort of thing because our blood sugar was begining to drop. Those were the best damn Doritos I've ever eaten.
We get back into the car for the remainder of our drive, but the traffic had definitely dampened our spirits. No one was really talking, I'm pretty sure the boys were sleeping, and we couldn't find music that we felt like listening to. So now, finally, after 3 hours we arrive at the hotel. We're begining to perk up when some hilarious shit goes down. There was a bus in front of us with it's reverse lights on so kerry backs up to give him room. He begins backing up and trying to turn around and as he's backing up he hits a lamppost and it just bent like in a cartoon. We were laughing pretty hard a that. So he straightens out and starts backing up again, this time headed for a palm tree. We figured he couldn't make the same mistake twice so we're all in the car chanting for him to hit the tree. Our hopes were not dashed. Again, cartoonlike, the tree bends backward. As soon as he hit it we all throw our arms up and cheer and laugh and thinking about it afterward we were being assholes. But it was pretty damn funny.
We checked in to the hotel, 5th floor so at least I was never on the elevator long, and the four of us went to Hook's Pointe for dinner. Kerry got some amazing Ahi that I was jealous of, but my seafood pasta was pretty good too. After dinner and a discussion of how they make sourdough bread sour (I'm sorry Kerry, I'm just not sure I can buy your theory involving cows and legpits), we headed to the House of Blues for the show. I bought Karina's and my ticket to the Reel Big Fish show and then headed in for drinks before the show. The first band, The Riverboat Gamblers, was pretty good. Well, the music wasn't great but screamy punk rock's not my thing so no surprise there; but they put on a great show. Very high-energy. The lead singer came out into the crowd and ran all over the place jumping on things and it made me nervous because wherever I went to get away from the microphone cord it followed me and I did NOT want to be responsible for him tripping over the cord or anything. After them Hot Water Music came on and the crowd got al ittle crazy but nothing too bad. I was all excited because they played two songs I knew (because of Pat of course) and we were up at the front so it was kinda cool getting to watch them up close.
Then the madness began. I told Kerry that Hot Water Music was a little crazy, but Flogging Molly was going to induce mass hysteria on the crowd. That was an understatement! It was hard to breathe the crowd got so tight. It was actually a lot of fun because it has been years since I've been involved in anything like that and I felt like I was in high school going to punk shows with my brother. A guy tried to crowd surf but no one was really moving him at all. His leg caused my glasses to end up on some guys shoulder and they're a little broken now. I knew when we got in the club that I had made a mistake wearing them but it was too late to do anything about it. So after 2 songs in the pit we decided it was time for some fresh air and fresh whiskey. As we're weasling our way through the crowd this guy backs up and won't let me by. I said "excuse me" and he says to me "You need to respect the song." Well, I highly doubt that anyone in the band was upset that a girl decided she needed to get more alcohol. I replied "Well, I didn't come here for Flogging Molly" and you know what he says? He says "Well you're a dumb bitch" and I said "Well you smell funny" and walked away. It was the best I could do at the time. Bitch? Yes. Dumb? Hardly.
Hot, sweaty, and dishevelled we got upstairs to the outside bar and ordered more drinks.
So I feel like a bonehead. I accidentally just deleted everything I wrote here. I don't have the energy to rewrite it all so here's the synopsis:
Drinks at the Lost Bar after the show. Sleep. Disneyland. Dave's house. Wine. Galagher's. Whiskey. Food. Back to Dave's house. More wine. Pillow fight. Bedtime.
The next day we all woke up and eventually got our asses out of the house for breakfast/lunch at this little place near the beach. I got a tasty Rueben and then we went home. I had plans to see a movie: The Ring 2. It was definitely not as scary as the first but it had it's moments. Then dinner at Friday's and I went home. Shortly after I walk in the door Megan calls and back to Friday's I go for drinks. All in all I'd have to say that I had an amazing weekend. And I got a neat present last night so that's always good. :) Hope you guys survived this killer post ok. :)