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Okay, so a few days ago, I went to Dallas, Texas. Why?
Something fucking Corporate, motherfuckers.
Yeah, that's right bitches, I saw Andrew fucking McMahon (again) being a sexyass bitch playing some fucking SoCo, how do you like me now?
He fucking played Konstantine and totally messed up Drunk Girl and played Down and Walking By and was wearing khakis and flipflops and stood on his piano and I want to have his babies, fuck.
And I got this fucking badass SoCo tank top that I'm wearing right now and it's soft and a little big even though it's a small and I got a Reunion shirt and another shirt and a poster. Fuck yeah.
I looked like shit when I went out and got another picture/my pants signed, though. I had a shitty day for every part that wasn't the concert itself.
So we left around 9~ in the morning, and it takes about six hours to get there. We factored in time to eat and get lost and find the hotel while still keeping a few hours between me and the concert, because I am a loser who gets there three to four hours beforehand. About two hours in, we think a tire blew (which is a recurring theme with me.) Turns out it's the splash guard thing that my bad keeps meaning to bolt back into place. We had to cut it off with a knife.
Then, we're in the fucking South and it's hurricane season, so of course we hit this huge storm and go from doing, like, 90 on the interstate to doing, like, 30. Can't see five feet in front of our faces. We get to Dallas and I remember I never got a new camera, so I get lost looking for a Wal-Mart. The one the GPS takes me to is this little family market that is pretty much food and little else. I end up getting in a small accident in the parking lot. I get out of my car to leave my information...and lock my keys in the car. I'm also in the middle of the lane. The guy I dinged comes out before the Pop-A-Lock guy gets there and I get to deal with the insurance stuff and by the time that's all done, I only have an hour left to get to the House of Blues. ~concert concert concert Hooters (we got thirsty waiting for Andy and water was free)~
Get back to the hotel and it's actually really funny because the girls I went with walked to a gas station for alcohol and ordered pizza and when I got back around midnight, they were asleep. The alcohol had barely been touched and the pizza smelled fresh.
Anyway, fast forward to leaving time the next morning. We have GPS hooked up and directions printed out. Turns out, our favored route is under construction and the detour takes us very much not where we want to be. The GPS keeps recalculating our route for no apparent reason and losing the satellite signal. We pretty much spent an hour trying to get out of Dallas. Also, we hit another storm on the way home.
So, let me recap: two major storms, a potentially blown tire, and driving around in Dallas, once during rush hours, and I get in trouble over some scratched paint in a parking lot. Then, despite the fact I gave the guy and the insurance company my number, somehow my dad ends up being called. Backstory: my sister drives drunk, my mom finds out, yells at her. Dad never knows. My super-smart brother drive drunk, sister supplies it, my mom finds out, yells more. Dad never finds out. I scrape a bit of paint off of someone's car (during the first time I've left the house for something not work or school-related, mind) and take care of it, and my drama-queen dad gets a phone call. ~my life~
Turned twenty-one yesterday. Am excite, sure, why not.