I suppose I should provide some kind of update:
at mewithoutYou I left my fuckin tickie in my fuckin jackie. I had to run in below Celsius plus wind chill weather across the worlds longest parking lot, cross parallel to another two parking lots, until I finally found the car, and yes, my jacket had the ticket, and golly, why not put it on while I'm here? And in answer to your probing questions, yes, I had to hug my jacket away from thieving scensters (it wasn't really that kind I was worried too much about, just the small minority groups) for the remainder of the concert.
their hand-dryers are freakin-somethin-else.
popcorn smelled great.
nobody else was dancing to Thrice but that's ok, I probably looked pretty funny swaying while I hugged my winter jacket and various luggages, which kept me from standing on my tiptoes in the "pit" with a bunch of tall sweaty guys with absolutely no inclination to mosh vertically, much less horizantally (I should not have to attach those descriptives afterwards. mosh in an unpure form....). As you've probably guesses, I'm going to lament that to the end of my days....
Aaron has the best way of singing.
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ah, shucks! blogger pulled a fast one on me!
re-comment: the only reason i haven't commented before (other than the first time i tried to comment) is because you sound like a space alien from space, but now i'm not going to rant about how it's important to be redundant for the purpose of effect and emphasis, because it would be like repeating the same joke twice. that's also how i know i'm not that intelligent, because i feel stupid repeating any "revelation" i've had. <3
"repeating the same joke twice" could also be considered redundant.
Whaat?
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