Goodnight, Goodnight

A break from your original programming, if indeed that is how you spell 'programming':

What did you do on the last day of school? Did you go and say goodbye to your favorite teachers? Or did you just kinda drop by and get a few more autographs for your yearbook? Did you, perhaps, cut all day and stay at home sleeping and watching TV? Did you go to a movie, or to a friends house? Whatever you did, I bet you had fun. Yet again, whatever you did, I bet you didn't have as much fun as I did.

Let me just say this now: BFD was so friggerty awesome. Plain and simple. Let me give you the rundown. I picked Gus and Christina up at about 10:30ish and we drove down to Mountain View. We got there in time to start of the festival stages, where its festival seating (no lawn/seats). The bands, as cool as they are, weren't really important. What was important was that I had selected a crack team of two individuals who worked well separately and together. What I mean is, Gus and Christina kicked ass. I'm proud of Gus for letting out the blonde beast inside of him and taking a liking to moshing and crowdsurfing. Christina held her own, too. She's not one of those weak willed individuals at concerts who quickly realize that they have bitten off more than they could chew. But soon the festival was over and it was time for the sponsored part of the show.

We got our lawn seats and listened to the Lovemakers and Kasabian, the latter being very half rate. I myself snuck into the VIP section and got myself a free dinner. I brought some back for the gang, much to their disliking. Then the better bands started playing and we got up the the rail of the lawn, the divider between the haves (seats) and the havenots (lawn). Jimmy Eat World came and went, and so did Christina, her parents wanting her to leave early, so it was only me and Gus for Social Distortion. It was too much fun. When Foo Fighters came on, I wasn't as enthused because of my blaring headache, but that was soon to change. During a solo, David Grohl walked into the audience, taking much much much of the Rock and Roll glory that he totally deserves. But he also took away the patroling security guards who made sure nobody hopped the fence into the seats. Seeing our chance, Gus and I hopped it. Little did we know, they had a little guard out of sight who was watching, just in case. She caught us and we left, no question about it. It was too late to try to get a good seat again, so I picked up some Advil at the medical tent and we left BFD, but bringing along the memories.

There are some things that I would like to take away from BFD, aside from my stretched out, stinky tshirt. First of all, never trust your life with poserpatches while crowdsurfing; it only ends with cuts, bruises, and somebody's mom yelling at you. Second of all, ALWAYS steal food if you have to; condiments do not make filling meals. Thirdly, if you must go with more than one friend, make sure they work. It doesn't matter where they come from, as long as they can talk to eachother and have a good time together (with you too, of course). With this, I am proud to say that I picked the perfect companions. I am proud of them too, as they really know how to kick ass at a concert, and not being killed or boring.

Goodnight, Goodnight.


PS. I am happy to say that this years import bands from Europe didn't suck like they usually do. Europe is going through a whole different music phase than the US and I hate it when Live 105 tries to pretend like it doesn't matter. I hate England. More on that later, though.