2010-08-07 - 2010-08-08 : David Cook Busch Gardens Concert Recap: sundayschild

sundayschild

2010-08-07 - 2010-08-08 : David Cook Busch Gardens Concert Recap

Aug 10, 2010 18:12

THIS IS A RECAP POST~

#ThisTripWasCursed

#ButThenItWasntAnymore

#IPaidInSkin

#SoWorthIt

{ SATUR-SATURDAY~ }

first thing saturday morning, everyone -- except for dan, who was still asleep -- got up and walked about two blocks down the road from the hotel to one of many of the pancake houses that line the streets of williamsburg. in an amusing coincidence, the pancake house in question was proven to be the same one that only a couple of months ago, i bought lexee the "virginia is for lovers" keychain she received from me that day.

after we finally managed to get seated, and had stuffed ourselves full of pancakes & waffles & other miscellaneous breakfasty deliciousness, i received this text from brandi:

TEXT: Miss Branday WHAT'S UP BOYYY

i was, of course, confused -- this explained why kirsten and lexee had both felt the need to defend their womanhood from brandi, but why exactly did i receive it so late (and better yet, why was my gender being called into question?)?

i never did receive the answer to either of these questions, but i did have a most worrying conversation with miss jessica that led to me almost putting my elbow in my waffle, and considering i am fond of chocolate chips/syrup, but i do not want them on me, it's probably a good thing i hit the table instead.

TEXT: Miss Jessica GOOD MORNING LOVELIES. i will be hitting the road in an hour or two!! can't wait to see you guys tomorrow! <333
TEXT: I thought you were getting in tonight, bb?
TEXT: Miss Jessica i am, but we're in a different hotel :(
TEXT: We can always come to visit you after the show. :-(
TEXT: Miss Jessica but i'll def see you all tomorrow, right?
TEXT: Oh yeah bb, for sure. :)
TEXT: Miss Jessica okay phew, just making sure! haha

afterwards, everyone returned to the hotel and piled into brandi's/lexee's/kirsten's room for a little ~dramatic re-enactment~ of some ~erotic fiction~ kirsten had brought with her (though in her defense, it does seem that at the time of her picking up said books, she was unaware of their contents~) -- by which i mean brandi read aloud the line "tormented her nipples", and molly proceeded to latch onto it with the tenacity of a pitbull.

some more highlights from this reading/the events surrounding it include:

TWINCEST, UH-HUH, UH-HUH
"the love adam held for his sister would always be destined to eclipse anything he felt for sarah"
my putting on a strip-tease in overall shorts (only not really)
DID I MENTION "TORMENTED HER NIPPLES"

eventually, everyone realized that we should probably get going, so we all piled into the prius -- and kirsten and i climbed into ("climbed into" here meaning "scrunched ourselves into in an accordion-like manner") the trunk (YES. A PRIUS. WE FOLDED OURSELVES INTO THE HATCHBACK OF A PRIUS), and, well. this happened:

ISN'T SHE ADORABLE THO???

then we went to target (lol, we were like, their honorary "most valued customers" for the weekend, i swear -- we went there like, three times in one day, and then again on sunday morning) to buy another memory card for brandi's camera and...something else i can't remember, lol. OH, AND I GOT SOCKS. LIKE, THREE KNEE-SOCKS AND ONE ARGYLE SHORT PAIR. molly's love for socks; it's a disease.

finally, after like, another hour, and a trip in the trunk that lasted FAR TOO LONG FOR MINE OR KIRSTEN'S COMFORT, we got to busch gardens. we headed straight for the festhaus, because we weren't sure what time everyone else would be getting there, and we wanted to get a good spot -- and wouldn't you know it, we ended up in the second line in the little rope-maze-thing they set up!

(i feel that now is a good time to mention that it was probably at least 90 degrees outside, so the umbrellas were a necessity)

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the show was supposed to start at 6:00, so we knew we were in for a long wait -- we got there around noon -- but we didn't know when we would actually be let in to the park, so it was a pretty big surprise when they announced at 3:00 that they would be letting us in in about forty-five minutes. ("in" here-in meaning "through the gates and INTO THE SHADE".)

we were still waiting in a line, admittedly, and we weren't in the actual concert area yet, but EVERY STEP IS PROGRESS. (also, did i mention SHADE?)

...no, that is not julia's hand hovering suspiciously over lexee's boob; of course not~

...so either julia is knighting lexee, or poking her with an umbrella, but i'm not sure which.

kirsten gettin' her groove thang on~

BACK IT UP LIKE A DUMP TRUCK.

i feel like this photo, if nothing else in this entire post, merits the title of "love me sexy"~

AND THEN THEY OPENED THE GATES, AND CHAOS ENSUED.

aren't weird-ass vantage-points FUN?

me, basking under the shade of a giant purple gorilla~ (#idkmybffdavidcook)

& THUS CONCLUDES THE PICTURE PORTION OF SATURDAY.

TEXT: Girlllll, whatchu doin'~~~
TEXT: Miss Molly Mack Staring at Kyle
TEXT: That's creepy~ *eyebrows of doom*
TEXT: Miss Molly Mack I am in want of sexual relations with him.

i'm not gonna talk much about the concert -- not because it wasn't amazing, because jfc WAS IT AMAZING, but rather because i: a) took no pictures of said event, choosing instead to save my memory card for pictures of ~etcetera, and b) i'm pretty sure everyone else has already summarized everything farrrr better than i'll be able to, given my already shoddy memory, so i shall simply stick to bullet points and hope that it will suffice:

PAPER HEARTS, AHHHHH
lol, fail!banter cook, fail!banter -- "so, my brother andrew SUCKS at surprises [...] and that's why you guys are like him!" "...*crickets*" IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOUR SOUNDCHECK WASN'T SOUNDPROOF.
silly boys, wearing suits & layers & dark colors when it's NINETY FUCKING DEGREES OUT. "we're not used to this opressive heat" -- WELL THEN STOP WEARING SO MANY CLOTHES, COOK. MAYBE I'LL FEEL MORE PITY FOR YOU THEN. (for real tho, poor andy in his black suit ;____;)
COOKMANNN ♥____♥
SKIBMANNNNNN ♥________♥
DID I MENTION PAPER HEARTS? I'M NOT SURE IF I MENTIONED PAPER HEARTS.

{ & SUNDAY'S CHILD ; }

sunday morning was much more business-like -- after being woken up around 8:30 to the sound of molly reading porn (and eventually an unhappy kirsten), [kirsten] and i braved the hotel lobby to get food for everyone (i believe the total count we brought up was two giant waffles, four doughnuts, a bunch of juices -- though molly thought my apple juice was beer -- and possibly something else i can't remember. after we ~consumed our vitals~, everyone but julia, molly and i went to target again so lexee could attempt to find a moose to throw at cook (...don't ask), and the rest of us could get dressed.

upon their return, we once again piled into the prius, and this time managed to not only secure for ourselves ~premium parking~, but also to arrive at the park at 10:00 on the dot. everything was going swimmingly until julia was forced to return through the gates to trade in her paper pass for a card, and i ran back through after her. we became seperate from the group, and ended up outside of a completely seperate entrance to germany upon our return (and after my getting us lost about ten times on the way there). this would have been fine, except for how apparently while the rest of the park opened at 10am, the gates to germany didn't open until 11am.

...so we waited.

...and waited.

...and waited some more, until finally the gates were open and everyone went rushing through.

(we also met a very nice, middle-aged woman named sue, who seemed to be entertained by our calling each other bitches and talk of appropriating a poor woman's spritzer-fan. so, y'know, normal stuff~)

AND THEN WE HURRIED UP & WAITED SOME MORE.

(there was some drama in the beginning, because two of the first groups to get there were arguing over who should be in the front of the line -- which the security pointed out was stupid, because they'd be in the front row either way, but as said groups seemed content to ignore logic, this argument was made in vain. this said, everything was sorted rather quickly, and we ended up in the FIRST LINE OF THE ROPE-MAZE-THING. ...so that was fun.)

TWEET: hushbench MOLLY DOESN'T HAVE A VAGINA
TWEET: @ hushbench SHE HAS A FLOATING GHOST VAGINA.

our original plan was to take shifts, and trade off who was waiting in line throughout the day, but i ended up not riding any rides and simply sticking it out in line instead. we also talked to a couple of really nice ladies who drove down from new jersey, who were, as well as being exceedingly pleasant, about as amused as sue was by our conversations.

said meeting then resulted in this tweet:

TWEET: Julia is eating chips off my body.

while we were waiting in line, julia & lexee were waiting down at the park entrance for jessica, resulting in this line of text messages:

TEXT: Miss Branday WE JUST SAW LAURA IN ENGLAND
TEXT: HAR HAR HAR~
TEXT: Miss Branday I AM NOT JK RN
TEXT: SAY WHAT NOW
TEXT: Miss Branday LOL JK
TEXT: FUUUU--

...only to end up giving up after about half an hour, which then resulted in julia & i meeting her before everyone else when she showed up at the line looking for everyone~

TWEET: domainrange just met @ _sundayschild & @ daylightshineon! aahhhh!
TWEET: @ domainrange WHO THOSE GIRLS. I DON'T KNOW NO @ _sundayschild OR NO @ daylightshineon.

...and then some other stuff happened -- mainly more waiting, so nothing too interesting...that is, until KYLE FUCKING PEEK appeared out of nowhere and walked by. most of the rest of the group was gone, so i was sort of by myself at that point, which resulted in my making this weird, creepy smiley-face-thing at him, and him giving me a sort of amused, eyebrow-raised thumbs up in response.

i, of course, texted everyone that OH MY GOD, KYLE PEEK JUST SMILED AT ME, but i don't think it went through, and it's not showing up on my phone, so alas, it appears i imagined pressing send~ :\

about ten minutes later, the security announced that the gates were opening in -- you guessed it -- TEN MINUTES, to which i replied by mass-texting everyone with...

TEXT: GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE, IT'S CONCERT TIME

...a text i had had cued up for the past half an hour, just in case.

everyone showed up like, three minutes later, and i was surprised to learn that not only had KYLE FUCKING PEEK smiled at them too, but he had also held a short conversation with them, and shaken jessica's hand.

wat.

wat.

slkgkjkdfjkgjfxk WAT.

fast-forward about an hour, and you'll find jessica doing this...

...and brandi texting me this, after her and lexee got SEPERATED from us in the crowd.

TEXT: Miss Branday MAKE ROOM FOR KIRSTEN TO SIT DOWN U AZZHOLDS.

(for the record, her choice to stand was completely voluntary; we offered to make room, okay~~~)

& THEN THE CONCERT, OH MY GOD. (warning: the following contains more flail than is probably healthy, capslock, the word "unf", and a complete and total disregard for things like "time", and the order in which events occurred~)

"MY DAD HAS A MANCRUSH ON MONTY." "I'D BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO PLAY MATCHMAKER." "Love me sexy~~~ /oooh, oooh *stalks across stage* Love me sexy~~~" akjsfkgjdkjhkdg OH MY GOD. NOT ONLY DID I FLAIL BECAUSE DAVID WAS TRYING TO PLAY MATCHMAKER BETWEEN MONTY AND ANOTHER MAN, BUT ALSO BECAUSE KSKGJFDKJGKDFJGH DEAR LORD, HE MIGHT HAVE INTENDED THAT WHOLE SONG THING AS A JOKE, BUT HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, UNF UNF UNF. /you could call me a fan of the heavy breathing
HE DID HIS EYE-SCRINCHY LAUGH AT LEXEE'S "I CAME ALL THE WAY FROM CANADIA; HOW ABOOT SOME ♥, EH?" SIGN THAT I MADE FOR HER, OH MY GOD
lololol ETCH-A-SKETCH MONTY. "THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY", LOLLLL.
"you guys are awesome; you've been waiting out here, what -- all day? it's only been twenty minutes, tops, and we're already dying."
I JUST DIED IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT, OH MY GOD. UNF UNF UNFFFFFF. /i fucking love that cover, can you tell
kjkjkjdkjgkfjh KISS ON THE NECK. "so, all those people not in happy, fulfilling relationships? ...this song is for you." GAHHHHH.
kkfkgkfd I LOVE WHAT HE DOES WITH MR. SENSITIVE NOW (at least, i think that was the song?) -- the whole angry-guitar-strumming-that's-more-like-hitting-than-anything...thing, oh my god. UNF.
DID I MENTION I AM A FAN OF PAPER HEARTS. OH MY GOD.
COOKLETA.
COOKLETA.
COOKLETA.
OH MY ACTUAL FUCKING GOD, COOKLETA.

#dcooksweatscologne
#dcookshipscookleta
#dcookknowswhathedoestoyou
"So I have this friend..."
DFDOHGKLGDKHKFGH COOKLETA.

so then after that -- ksdfjgkjfdg AFTER THAT -- everyone split up to ride more rides, while molly, julia, and i went into ~das festhaus~ to get some food & chill. (literally; the air-conditioning in there almost rivals that of the magic bathrooms~)

at some point or another, this happened: