oh lala friends and honeys. / I was the hot chick
Updating this from school as my on internet unfortunately refuses to work. (doesn't get new ip on restart and refuses to get it at request.)
So yeah.
Was at jäähalli around 18.10 yesterday. An hour before the doors opened. Anna and Maiju were already there.
plaplapla the usual waiting talk.
We were in the front row and I was dead center.
Warmup act was Stalingrad Cowgirls. It seems that it was Iggys idea to get them. Quite fancy, I'd say. I had earplugs during their act but it was quite decent. All the songs sounded very similar though but maybe it was only because I didn't know any of them.
The drummer was awfully pretty, though I really dislike noses like hers. But she was a very interesting drummer, not the usual teengirl drummer. (cough micro cough.)
Back to Iggy.
Nigel Nigel Nigel!
I'm sure he heard us. (we should have chanted. NIGEL NIGEL NIGEL) But he acted all "I'm not listening lalalala-". Such a good papabear. Iggys stagemom was there too! No idea who he is, but him and nigel are such a great couple! (and great stageparents too.)
It was already quite hard to breath though it hadn't even started yet. People were pushing me from both sides and back. The idiots who had waited since 11am were complaining that boohoo we are not allowed to go to the frontrow because we waited only 1½hours (or anna did.)
So these glitter idiots (they were throwing the damn glitter around!) were pushing pushing pushing, but no way I was going to lose the best place to anyone like that!
Ah! The rubberyjelloskinned man came on stage! WOOHOO!
He stagedived. I saw in slowmotion how he came to the edge of the stage. I was all "NO, NO, DON'T!" Then he dived. And kicked me in the head. OUCH!
This made me loose my place for a while. I had slided about 30cm to my right, which fortunately still left me with the best place. Anna had ducked and lost her place completely. (Later on she was in the front row again though now where Maiju was and Maiju where she was. Apparently the idiot who pushed his way to the front during warmup gave Anna his place in the front. So he wasn't such an ass in the end.)
My head hurt, my back hurt and my ribs hurt but I was happy.
I sort of didn't like the fact that I was hardly able to hear the singing, but that was all the mixer to blame. (mic volume was way too low. Could barely even hear the MCs. (And I didn't have the earplugs anymore.)
Again he asked for the audience to join him in stage.
I thought fast that I had the best place and if I got to the stage I would loose it and if I even got over the fence (which would have been way too hard anyways because of the pressure.)
So. I chose not to move an inch and tadaa. I was dead center again! (Suckers!)
I have no idea in which order things happened.
At one point Iggy came to the area between stage and the fence. He let individuals in the crowd sing parts of the song, I was one of them. (though I was singing most of the time so I don't really remember which it was. my idea of fun probably. yeah that was it.)
At that point it happened! IGOR POPPIUS GODDAMMIT!
After last years gig we had so much fun in the train talking about a pink dildo called IGOR POPPIUS. We agreed that we would throw him in the forehead next time.
Well Anna didn't throw him in the forehead but gave the darn dildo.
Apparently Iggy didn't appreciate it much as he threw it away after he got on stage.
What else what else. Ooh my head is flooding with images but can't put them into words.
Oh. Skullrings.
Everyone knows the lyrics. "Skullrings, fast cars, hot chicks, money." Usually the coreography for hot chicks is a wave that indicates curves, but the first time he sang it Iggy pointed at me.
I was all *blushblush* "hot chick ooh aah." (ё_ё)
I did notice Iggy watching towards me many times and watching me in the eyes too. (But it was rather hard to see him in the end as all the lights were pointing from the back.)
After the gig in the tram Anna pointed that "Iggy was singing to you quite much."
First I was "yeah because centre in the first row", but in the end. I watched the audience every now and then and it seemed that many did not sing along that much... And I did almost all the time.
Maybe he liked that.
Even if he didn't sing right at me it's the same. I had awfully lot fun and my ribs are fine!
And I was a hot chick.
Oh yeah. The glitter idiotchick threw her bra but it didn't go far enough to go on stage.
After the gig someone asked the security to give him the bra the glitterchick started screaming all "HEY IT'S MY BRA I WANT IT BACK!"
uh. Why would you throw your bra on stage if you don't want to part with it?
MAIJU GOT A GUITARPICK! Soo jealous! (I so want another one from Alice!)
Sorry for the brainwave-style, but somehow I just couldn't organize my thoughts better at 8am. (And I highly doubt I will be able to either.)