Entry #768- Don't ask me out, don't make me try 'cause I don't wanna let you down
Fucking computer. I had nearly a novel written about the show last night.
But... happiness, so I will retell my story, although this will probably end up being the sparknotes version. Lucky for you!
So getting to the concert was quite the little fiasco including (but not limited to): being hit on my mexicans who we almost ran off the road (I will never understand males), me directing Allison into oncoming traffic (thank God there was a parking lot for us to turn into quick), driving aimlessly around Denver, frustration from mostly Allison and I (Kileight might've just been covering it well, or she just wasn't nearly as tense as we were), and finally me calling my mom for directions. Colfax has never looked so wonderful to me... it 'only' took us about 20 minutes to find it. There's nothing like, "Well, if nothing else, we can always just hire a hooker"... but the overall experience was way better than the prospect of three teenage girls hiring a hooker (I don't think it was possible for the conert to be worse than that).
We got there a whole hell of a lot later than we expected to... downtown Denver during rush hour is a bitch. When we found a (really freaking great) spot to stand, Kileigh asked the guy standing next to us if Panic! At The Disco had gone on yet and he replied with a highly intelligent *cough* response of, "Uh, I dunno *blank face*". He even had on an Overcast Kids shirt... being a part of the FOB fan club should imply that you check out their reccomendations...? Maybe not, I suppose I am wrong and that he must just simply have the surplus of money to blow on random fanclubs.
Panic! At The Disco finally did come on around 6:00-ish, and it was exciting times forty trillion. Their set was really short and I was kind of sad, but all is well, for it was Panic! and I got to sing along with them live and be one of the few kids who actually knew all the words. I felt specialful. This is the only set that I can recite all the songs that they played, so I will... because I'm cool like that. Granted, they only played a measely four songs. But it's all good. In any case, they played "The Only Difference Between Suicide and Martyrdom is Press Coverage", "But It's Better If You Do", "Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have With Her Clothes Off", and "Time To Dance" in that order. And in between rocking out and admiring the fact that the lead singer has a really nice butt (which says a lot, as I am not much of a butt person), I noticed a certain Peter Wentz lurking off in the wings just opposite where we were standing. Near-fan-girl-swooning... although I had to keep composure so as not to look like a dithering ditz. Which I really was, but I have more dignity than that. *cough*
After their set, Allison and I (rather reluctantly) left Kileigh to fend for herself and protect our spot in the audience. And I can tell that is no easy task, so the fact that Kileigh managed it is amazing and she gets mad props for that. In any case, the merch selection was slim and it was sort of sad, especially when the people working weren't real merch people, they worked for the Fillmore. So that was sort of lame. But we still got two shirts and a book each, so all is well. Huzzah for our cool Panic! shirts, my Clandestine shirt, her FOB shirt, and The Boy With The Thorn In His Side. After that insane moment, we forged our way through the mass of people and back to our spot with Kileigh. And trust me, that is all much easier said than done, for nothing is harder than getting through a group of people while a band is playing.
Boys Night Out was decent, although Allison and I missed a good chunk of their set. Overall, they were entertaining for the most part... not really my style of concert-material. But considering the fact that I didn't really know their music that well to begin with, they started out with a disadvantage as far as sweeping me off my musical feet goes. I would say that they're very good for their style and maybe if I hadn't been distracted by the P!atD/MCS/FOB excitement, they might've been even better.
In between sets, Allison tried to go take out merch out to her car, but with no avail. So she waded her way back to us, and it was good. But during the time that she was gone, Kileigh commented on the amazingly ugly tapestry. Things that ugly should be outlawed, just for the record. Well, actually, it could've been worse, but not by much. We decided that it looked like it could be one of those awful knitted pieces that you would find on your grandmother's table and secretly yearn to light on fire. It was fun times.
Motion City Soundtrack was awesome times a billion and three quarters. Justin was hilarious... what with the "If someone gets hurt, just stop us... or something... we're not used to people rocking so hard at our shows. Well, not the part that we play in... you know..." Huzzah coherency! They played really really great songs and it made me super happy. Mass elation. When "The Future Freaks Me Out" came on, I was amazingly excited, so much so that it might be illegal. It was great times and I was amazingly happy and... :D :D :D They made me super happy, even if I couldn't really see all that well.
The Starting Line was up next. They were good... Although probably my second to least favorite set, after Boys Night Out. In any case, they played mostly songs that I knew, so that was a bonus for them. Especially since I'm not too savvy on their new album, mostly just their old one. One really freaking awesome part was when they played "Leaving" and towards the end they switched mid-song into "Sugar, We're Goin Down"... and the audience was baffled and excited all at once. It was great.
I'm not sure where to put this one, because it was kind of ongoing, but I'll put it here, before what will only assuredly be the Fall Out Boy fangirl explosion. Anyways, the security guards had bottles of water with holes poked in the lids to squirt into the mouths of the fans... help keep us hydrated and them from having to call an ambulence, right? Well, the security guard closest to Kileigh, Allison, and I was clearly a failure as a man because his aim sucked hardcore. Most of what we were supposed to be consuming went straight down our shirts. Fantastically terrible aim.
And finally...
FALL OUT BOY was orgasmic. They had a great setup, although Andy was so far tucked back that I could hardly see him. Pete and Joe kept switching sides, so that was really good that the audience got to see close-ups of them instead of just one or the other. Patrick sometimes switched with them too, so that was good as well. :) They had two "Acts" to their set, instead of having an encore. It was really cool. The first set was mostly their newer stuff, all the favorites off of their new CD. All the boys looked fantastic in their dressier-looking outfits. And I must say that Pete really is amazingly short. But sexy and hott and amazing and orgasmic. Joe is hilarious. I could definitely see myself dating him above any other member, just because he seems to be more laid back. Pete did this thing about how most bands have their fans stick up their middle fingers and "Fuck God" or "Fuck the President", but he said that they have more respect for Fall Out Boy fans than that. So he told us to "Stick up the ring finger on your left hand. This is to finding love in Colorado. Because you'll all have someone to wake up next to for the rest of your lives." My respect shot through the roof for them. And find love is what I did. Fall Out Boy is love. :D Anyways, Dirty came out and addressed the audience during the really short intermission and asked us how we were doing and whatnot and then had us chant "Mother fucking FOB" until they returned to the stage and it was funny. They came back onstage sporting Clandestine merch mostly, but also just looking more normal and laid back. They played all their older songs... including "Moving Pictures" which I was proud to be one of very few people who knew any of the words at all. Mass happiness, because I really really adore that song. Some bass licks, a salute, and lots of spinning later, they were playing "Saturday"- the cue that the set was coming to an end. They ended, walked off, and it was mildly sad, but I was just so freaking ecstatic that... I don't think I'll be coming down from this high for a while.
I haven't smiled so widely in my entire life. That was the best night of me life. Ever. The only possible way another night can top that is if I see Fall Out Boy in concert again.
I now know what true love feels like. And it feels like last night did. If it doesn't feel like that, it can't be love. Nothing can compare to that. The elation, happiness, thrill, excitement. This is to Pete.
This year is all about falling in love.
Manda
But... happiness, so I will retell my story, although this will probably end up being the sparknotes version. Lucky for you!
So getting to the concert was quite the little fiasco including (but not limited to): being hit on my mexicans who we almost ran off the road (I will never understand males), me directing Allison into oncoming traffic (thank God there was a parking lot for us to turn into quick), driving aimlessly around Denver, frustration from mostly Allison and I (Kileight might've just been covering it well, or she just wasn't nearly as tense as we were), and finally me calling my mom for directions. Colfax has never looked so wonderful to me... it 'only' took us about 20 minutes to find it. There's nothing like, "Well, if nothing else, we can always just hire a hooker"... but the overall experience was way better than the prospect of three teenage girls hiring a hooker (I don't think it was possible for the conert to be worse than that).
We got there a whole hell of a lot later than we expected to... downtown Denver during rush hour is a bitch. When we found a (really freaking great) spot to stand, Kileigh asked the guy standing next to us if Panic! At The Disco had gone on yet and he replied with a highly intelligent *cough* response of, "Uh, I dunno *blank face*". He even had on an Overcast Kids shirt... being a part of the FOB fan club should imply that you check out their reccomendations...? Maybe not, I suppose I am wrong and that he must just simply have the surplus of money to blow on random fanclubs.
Panic! At The Disco finally did come on around 6:00-ish, and it was exciting times forty trillion. Their set was really short and I was kind of sad, but all is well, for it was Panic! and I got to sing along with them live and be one of the few kids who actually knew all the words. I felt specialful. This is the only set that I can recite all the songs that they played, so I will... because I'm cool like that. Granted, they only played a measely four songs. But it's all good. In any case, they played "The Only Difference Between Suicide and Martyrdom is Press Coverage", "But It's Better If You Do", "Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have With Her Clothes Off", and "Time To Dance" in that order. And in between rocking out and admiring the fact that the lead singer has a really nice butt (which says a lot, as I am not much of a butt person), I noticed a certain Peter Wentz lurking off in the wings just opposite where we were standing. Near-fan-girl-swooning... although I had to keep composure so as not to look like a dithering ditz. Which I really was, but I have more dignity than that. *cough*
After their set, Allison and I (rather reluctantly) left Kileigh to fend for herself and protect our spot in the audience. And I can tell that is no easy task, so the fact that Kileigh managed it is amazing and she gets mad props for that. In any case, the merch selection was slim and it was sort of sad, especially when the people working weren't real merch people, they worked for the Fillmore. So that was sort of lame. But we still got two shirts and a book each, so all is well. Huzzah for our cool Panic! shirts, my Clandestine shirt, her FOB shirt, and The Boy With The Thorn In His Side. After that insane moment, we forged our way through the mass of people and back to our spot with Kileigh. And trust me, that is all much easier said than done, for nothing is harder than getting through a group of people while a band is playing.
Boys Night Out was decent, although Allison and I missed a good chunk of their set. Overall, they were entertaining for the most part... not really my style of concert-material. But considering the fact that I didn't really know their music that well to begin with, they started out with a disadvantage as far as sweeping me off my musical feet goes. I would say that they're very good for their style and maybe if I hadn't been distracted by the P!atD/MCS/FOB excitement, they might've been even better.
In between sets, Allison tried to go take out merch out to her car, but with no avail. So she waded her way back to us, and it was good. But during the time that she was gone, Kileigh commented on the amazingly ugly tapestry. Things that ugly should be outlawed, just for the record. Well, actually, it could've been worse, but not by much. We decided that it looked like it could be one of those awful knitted pieces that you would find on your grandmother's table and secretly yearn to light on fire. It was fun times.
Motion City Soundtrack was awesome times a billion and three quarters. Justin was hilarious... what with the "If someone gets hurt, just stop us... or something... we're not used to people rocking so hard at our shows. Well, not the part that we play in... you know..." Huzzah coherency! They played really really great songs and it made me super happy. Mass elation. When "The Future Freaks Me Out" came on, I was amazingly excited, so much so that it might be illegal. It was great times and I was amazingly happy and... :D :D :D They made me super happy, even if I couldn't really see all that well.
The Starting Line was up next. They were good... Although probably my second to least favorite set, after Boys Night Out. In any case, they played mostly songs that I knew, so that was a bonus for them. Especially since I'm not too savvy on their new album, mostly just their old one. One really freaking awesome part was when they played "Leaving" and towards the end they switched mid-song into "Sugar, We're Goin Down"... and the audience was baffled and excited all at once. It was great.
I'm not sure where to put this one, because it was kind of ongoing, but I'll put it here, before what will only assuredly be the Fall Out Boy fangirl explosion. Anyways, the security guards had bottles of water with holes poked in the lids to squirt into the mouths of the fans... help keep us hydrated and them from having to call an ambulence, right? Well, the security guard closest to Kileigh, Allison, and I was clearly a failure as a man because his aim sucked hardcore. Most of what we were supposed to be consuming went straight down our shirts. Fantastically terrible aim.
And finally...
FALL OUT BOY was orgasmic. They had a great setup, although Andy was so far tucked back that I could hardly see him. Pete and Joe kept switching sides, so that was really good that the audience got to see close-ups of them instead of just one or the other. Patrick sometimes switched with them too, so that was good as well. :) They had two "Acts" to their set, instead of having an encore. It was really cool. The first set was mostly their newer stuff, all the favorites off of their new CD. All the boys looked fantastic in their dressier-looking outfits. And I must say that Pete really is amazingly short. But sexy and hott and amazing and orgasmic. Joe is hilarious. I could definitely see myself dating him above any other member, just because he seems to be more laid back. Pete did this thing about how most bands have their fans stick up their middle fingers and "Fuck God" or "Fuck the President", but he said that they have more respect for Fall Out Boy fans than that. So he told us to "Stick up the ring finger on your left hand. This is to finding love in Colorado. Because you'll all have someone to wake up next to for the rest of your lives." My respect shot through the roof for them. And find love is what I did. Fall Out Boy is love. :D Anyways, Dirty came out and addressed the audience during the really short intermission and asked us how we were doing and whatnot and then had us chant "Mother fucking FOB" until they returned to the stage and it was funny. They came back onstage sporting Clandestine merch mostly, but also just looking more normal and laid back. They played all their older songs... including "Moving Pictures" which I was proud to be one of very few people who knew any of the words at all. Mass happiness, because I really really adore that song. Some bass licks, a salute, and lots of spinning later, they were playing "Saturday"- the cue that the set was coming to an end. They ended, walked off, and it was mildly sad, but I was just so freaking ecstatic that... I don't think I'll be coming down from this high for a while.
I haven't smiled so widely in my entire life. That was the best night of me life. Ever. The only possible way another night can top that is if I see Fall Out Boy in concert again.
I now know what true love feels like. And it feels like last night did. If it doesn't feel like that, it can't be love. Nothing can compare to that. The elation, happiness, thrill, excitement. This is to Pete.
This year is all about falling in love.
Manda