Stuff! Also, things!
So! I have done the traveling thing two weekends in a row!
How about that Muskrat Jamboree thing! I... wish I could actually remember specific bits instead of throwing out capslocked things like DANCE PARTY and DRAG SHOW and PANELS and rounding it all off with jazz hands of glee, but not so much!
Panels are a truly excellent time, dudes. Smart people all put into a room to talk about stuff I'm interested in? It is like distilled JOY. I actually have thoughts I'd like to get around to typing up at some point re: slash and sexuality, but this post is not that post. Eventually! Eventually that will happen. At some indefinable point that is, tbh, a distant pinprick on the horizon of my laziness.
DANCE PARTY. The thing I'm finding is that, under the right circumstances and with liberal application of booze, dancing around like an idiot in a public setting? Is a fucking awesome time. Especially if it's preceded by awesome vid show of awesome, where not even technical fuckery can harsh the squee. Instead, the squee starts up a round of Barrett's Privateers and makes its own fun while the poor poor people in charge dash around sorting things out.
Seriously, con running people. I know how exhausted I was by the end of this thing, and my only real responsibility was making sure I could get back into my hotel room. (Ask me how many times I failed at that over the course of the weekend. THE ANSWER MAY SURPRISE YOU. Unless your answer is "Really very a lot." Then you will be 100% correct.) How any of you survive these things is beyond me. I salute you and your fortitude.
I could try to gracefully work in a segue at this point. Instead, I'm taking the THIS IS A SEGUE approach
This band, you guys. This band is my very favorite band to the point where I will not-quite-gladly-but-pretty-close-to take a 16-hour round trip on fucking Greyhound ostensibly also to visit my BFF, but let's be honest, mostly to see them. And it was WORTH EVERY SECOND OF IT, even though they didn't do Famous Last Words or SING despite the fact that both songs had been on the setlists for pretty much every other show this tour, WHAT THE FUCK. Planetary (GO!), however, is freaking dangerous with the levels of pogoing it inspires. I could have DIED.
I had my perfect visibility show here in St. Louis, so this time it was all about the crazed jumping around and yelling. It's a trade-off, but the energy in the middle of the crowd is so much more intense. I don't regret the sacrifice a bit. (The crowd actually could have done with being a little more energetic. I was not nearly as wrecked by the end as I could have been, Des Moines, for shame. But it was kind of nice having a girl offer me a space in front of her instead of having to fight to the death for it, I have to say.)
And just. I do this every time I see them? You know, the thing where I have giant hearteyes and earnestly pledge my undying love for Gerard Way's face? BUT THAT'S BECAUSE IT NEVER STOPS BEING TRUE. Like, how does that unwashed bundle of nerdy ridiculousness go up on stage and become THAT DUDE? I do not even understand how the magic works, but it does, and I'm not going to pretend that I will ever lose that game of sex chicken. SHOWERING BE DAMNED.
It's probably for the best that there aren't any more concerts near-ish to me because seriously, I am entirely willing to follow those dudes to any city I can reasonably - or unreasonably! I'm not picky! - reach, and that is financially TERRIBLE. I would be so very doomed if I lived on the East Coast instead of the Midwest. (None of this is to say that I won't be torn between jealousy and vicarious flailing when the concerts cycle back around to the rest of you, because D:D)
Aside from omgMCR the weekend was pretty blah. Friend and I are stuck with each other by dint of sixteen years together and being BFFs for over ten years of that time but... his choice of friends is not the one I would make? It may come as a shock, but I'm of the geeky and quiet variety. He is of the extroverted, let's go to a house party thrown by someone we don't know variety. MISERY. SO MUCH MISERY. The kind of misery that didn't end until the cops showed up to tell the homeowner to shut it down and we could finally, blessedly leave. He did eventually pick up on the fact that he's never going to make me enjoy forced social interaction with strangers with whom I have nothing in common, but he also didn't seem to understand that that doesn't mean I don't still like going out and doing things. There is a ratio of interactivity and doing-thingsness at which I'm perfectly functional! We just didn't have any real luck at finding it. Le sigh.
*sets out free cookies sign-up sheet for anyone who made it this far*
How about that Muskrat Jamboree thing! I... wish I could actually remember specific bits instead of throwing out capslocked things like DANCE PARTY and DRAG SHOW and PANELS and rounding it all off with jazz hands of glee, but not so much!
Panels are a truly excellent time, dudes. Smart people all put into a room to talk about stuff I'm interested in? It is like distilled JOY. I actually have thoughts I'd like to get around to typing up at some point re: slash and sexuality, but this post is not that post. Eventually! Eventually that will happen. At some indefinable point that is, tbh, a distant pinprick on the horizon of my laziness.
DANCE PARTY. The thing I'm finding is that, under the right circumstances and with liberal application of booze, dancing around like an idiot in a public setting? Is a fucking awesome time. Especially if it's preceded by awesome vid show of awesome, where not even technical fuckery can harsh the squee. Instead, the squee starts up a round of Barrett's Privateers and makes its own fun while the poor poor people in charge dash around sorting things out.
Seriously, con running people. I know how exhausted I was by the end of this thing, and my only real responsibility was making sure I could get back into my hotel room. (Ask me how many times I failed at that over the course of the weekend. THE ANSWER MAY SURPRISE YOU. Unless your answer is "Really very a lot." Then you will be 100% correct.) How any of you survive these things is beyond me. I salute you and your fortitude.
I could try to gracefully work in a segue at this point. Instead, I'm taking the THIS IS A SEGUE approach
This band, you guys. This band is my very favorite band to the point where I will not-quite-gladly-but-pretty-close-to take a 16-hour round trip on fucking Greyhound ostensibly also to visit my BFF, but let's be honest, mostly to see them. And it was WORTH EVERY SECOND OF IT, even though they didn't do Famous Last Words or SING despite the fact that both songs had been on the setlists for pretty much every other show this tour, WHAT THE FUCK. Planetary (GO!), however, is freaking dangerous with the levels of pogoing it inspires. I could have DIED.
I had my perfect visibility show here in St. Louis, so this time it was all about the crazed jumping around and yelling. It's a trade-off, but the energy in the middle of the crowd is so much more intense. I don't regret the sacrifice a bit. (The crowd actually could have done with being a little more energetic. I was not nearly as wrecked by the end as I could have been, Des Moines, for shame. But it was kind of nice having a girl offer me a space in front of her instead of having to fight to the death for it, I have to say.)
And just. I do this every time I see them? You know, the thing where I have giant hearteyes and earnestly pledge my undying love for Gerard Way's face? BUT THAT'S BECAUSE IT NEVER STOPS BEING TRUE. Like, how does that unwashed bundle of nerdy ridiculousness go up on stage and become THAT DUDE? I do not even understand how the magic works, but it does, and I'm not going to pretend that I will ever lose that game of sex chicken. SHOWERING BE DAMNED.
It's probably for the best that there aren't any more concerts near-ish to me because seriously, I am entirely willing to follow those dudes to any city I can reasonably - or unreasonably! I'm not picky! - reach, and that is financially TERRIBLE. I would be so very doomed if I lived on the East Coast instead of the Midwest. (None of this is to say that I won't be torn between jealousy and vicarious flailing when the concerts cycle back around to the rest of you, because D:D)
Aside from omgMCR the weekend was pretty blah. Friend and I are stuck with each other by dint of sixteen years together and being BFFs for over ten years of that time but... his choice of friends is not the one I would make? It may come as a shock, but I'm of the geeky and quiet variety. He is of the extroverted, let's go to a house party thrown by someone we don't know variety. MISERY. SO MUCH MISERY. The kind of misery that didn't end until the cops showed up to tell the homeowner to shut it down and we could finally, blessedly leave. He did eventually pick up on the fact that he's never going to make me enjoy forced social interaction with strangers with whom I have nothing in common, but he also didn't seem to understand that that doesn't mean I don't still like going out and doing things. There is a ratio of interactivity and doing-thingsness at which I'm perfectly functional! We just didn't have any real luck at finding it. Le sigh.
*sets out free cookies sign-up sheet for anyone who made it this far*