This weekend, I did a lot of things.
I've already recounted the events of Thursday night's concert, but that was not the end of my weekend in Orlando, oh no. Not at all.
Friday I was supposed to take Paul to be bitten by large German Shepherds. You see, his aunt runs an attack dog compound, and he's doing some project for school on the dogs, and he needed to be attacked by one or more of them. I guess he really had to have a first-hand experience to be able to do the project or something. I don't know. What I do know is that I was not going to miss an opportunity to see one of my friends mauled by dogs. There was also the potential to be attacked by dogs myself, in a controlled environment and with appropriate protective gear of course, and that was kind of exciting, if only because by the time it was all over, I would be able to say "Yeah I've been attacked by huge canines trained to rip out a man's throat before."
Unfortunately, we were being cursed by the god of highways, exit numbers, and hastily scribbled directions, and despite going to five counties and driving for at least 4 hours, we could not find the attack dog compound. I drove around over seven hours that day, total, and used a tank of gas, and all I got out of it was a meal at Pei Wei, or "PF Chang's Jr."
Paul and I spent the night at John's house because it was a convenient central location, and the next day we went to FX Show.
I have this to say about FX Show:
The dealers present at FX did not matter. The artists present at FX show did not matter. The people in costume at FX did not matter. Nothing at FX mattered save one thing: Kristen Bell.
The only story I have from FX is that I got my picture taken with Kristen Bell. Nothing else matters. Not even the fact that in the picture, I look like a complete tool because I was too excited and made a stupid face. Who cares. It's Kristen Bell.
After FX Jared, John, Paul, and I were going to go to the Florida Mall, mostly because Jared wanted to get tea at Teavana, but alas, our curse was not yet broken. After John gave us bad directions (SURPRISE!) and made us drive 15 minutes the wrong way, we couldn't find the 17/92 OBT exit eastbound, and ended up giving up and going to Millenia. We ate at Cheesecake Factory, which was good, but I really hate that mall. I used to think it was cool because of Urban Outfitters, but I never see anything I like there anymore.
I lied. One other thing matters. On our way to buy tickets to get in, a man behind a booth advertising "FenceCon," which was to be a joint effort with "DeckCon," heckled me, Paul, and John.
"HEY! You guys gonna buy some Cabbage Patch Kids! Heh!"
I still don't know what the fuck to make of that.
Through all these events, I was debating whether or not to meet up with Max and Randy for the Mastodon/Converge concert Saturday night at House of Blues. I knew I had about $10 in my bank account, so I called up Max after we ate and told him I wouldn't be able to make it. He offered to pay half my ticket, and John offered to pay the other half, since he wanted to go too, and I agreed.
I'm so glad I did. I've never listened to Converge, and didn't think they were that great. Their lead singer kept going on and on about he was a survivor and not a victim and how we could make that choice to and et cetera ad nauseum but Mastodon fucking killed. I've never been to a metal show in my life, but I think I picked a pretty good one. I kinda planned on just watching from the sidelines, enjoying the music, but I somehow found myself dead center, with only two people between me and the stage. I usually hate moshing at shows, but this time it didn't bother me, and while I didn't join in the circle pit, I did my fair share of bouncing around into people and whatnot. Long story short, I had a fucking blast and I owe max $10 and my eternal gratitude for getting me to go to that show.
Sunday was boring and I didn't do anything except go to my parents house, eat, and drive home.
Wait, that's not true. I stopped at Paul's to give his mom back her E-pass (we borrowed it four our Five County Adventure) and he gave me a skillet to bring back up here to Jared, for Jared to season and cook with. I'm kinda stoked about that.
But yeah, fuck Sunday. For such an active weekend, Sunday was really boring.