Oh of course it has to be the day before I get on a plane to Florida that I get a huge cold sore on my lip :( “Hey Mady, haven’t seen you in a while, how are you? how are your parents? why is your lip grotesquely swollen and red?”
Oh you know, the usual -_-
Anywho.. so I went to a few concert this weekend. The one on Friday night (JAM) was a bit of a bore. It was more local bands who weren’t that great The concert money was donated to kids in Africa and Shannon was involved so I felt obligated (as I should) to go and support her.
Her other friend Iris tried to make a big stink about me being there, saying that I didn’t even want to be there and that I should just leave. Big deal. Maybe one day she’ll figure out that her causing issues like that makes her look ridiculous to Shannon and therefore makes ME look better. She’s always so dramatic and pig-ish. Like we can share Shannon, both me and my parents agree she probably has a big lesbian crush on Shannon and thats why she’s being so pathetic and whiney.
Well the second concert I went to (Devil Wears Prada) on saturday was amazing!
Guys were literally competing for us. Not joking! They were one-by-one showing off their dance moves and mosh skills, basically making fools of themselves trying to impress us. Shay and I categorized all of the guys who were hitting on us into 40-year-old virgins, 15-18 and 18-30. There was a big group of 18 year olds from Howell that were hitting on us, and this old guy that kept holding out his hand to help us jump over this one railing thing we were sitting on. Also, there was a group of guys that came over and one guy touched my shoulder to ask if his hands were cold. He looked European. He was a great mosher. Then he asked if we wanted to expand our group. (hell yeah!)
Now to the freaky part: There was this crazy-hot shirtless guy, maybe 17 or 18. He was acting friendly towards Shannon and was grabbing her tits and whatnot (under the bra). I was really happy for her, they were both having a great time! then she left for a long time to go crowd surf. I don’t crowd surf much, I guess its just my personality but I always like to stay in control and keep both feet on the ground.
Anyways, the guy kept asking where she was. I didn’t know, I was looking for her too, trying to see if she was up in the air or possibly had gotten over the barricade. The guy came up behind me and kissed me on the neck. He whispered he was “impatient” and started grinding with me. Then he started to undo my belt and my pants. He stuck his hand down there as we were in the crowd. It was so weird! Like both public and private at the same time. Like there were thousands of people in the crowd, some of them were so close they were pressed up against your arms and legs, but the music was so loud and we were so close together, no one probably even noticed.
After about 30 seconds of him working his way down there, I got really self conscious. Like was I prickly? Was I normal? I had not gone that far with a guy. I mean at least not with touching, just with looking.
I told him that was enough and he said “oh come on, don’t be scared” and I knew nothing tragic would happen if he just fingered me, I didn’t even know the guy, and he was so hot! Not to mention confident and gentile. He also liked the same music I did (hence being at the same concert) and I would never have to speak of it again if I didn’t want to. But I got a weird awkward feeling and decided to just gently grab his hands and pull them out of my pants, buckle them up and leave to go find Shannon.
When we finally found each other after the concert, she explained that he had gotten a bit too touchy-feely with her too (only the “upstairs” though) so she made an excuse to leave.
That night (or possibly the next day, I forget) shannon asked me if I was emotionally scarred from this. I don’t think I am. I mean, it was the farthest I’ve ever gone with a guy, it was at one of my most favorite places (a hardcore concert), listening to on of my favorite bands, during one of my most favorite songs, with a super hot guy. So though I got alarm signals when he said “oh come on, don’t be scared”, I don’t think I’m emotionally scarred at all.
A bit before that, I saw a few people I knew from school. One guy, Phil, I noticed in the crowd. He was literally right next to me. I saw me and did like a quadruple-take. Maybe that was partly because I look so much hotter at concerts than I do in AP Chemistry. We do try to doll up for concerts, with all push-up bras and heavy, smokey eye makeup.
Another person I saw was this guy from my film study class. I think he’s a senior. He saw me and quickly nudged one of his friends next to him and pointed me out. I looked away and pretended I didn’t really notice them. They probably were trying to figure out if it was actually me or not, dressed in black pants, a studded belt,and a shredded and cut up Devil Wears Prada shirt tied up with a hair tie to make it a belly-shirt, with my hair all crazy and a pound of makeup. I definitely don’t dress like that at school. I’m the one with my hair perfectly straight in jeans, Uggs, and my favorite Juilliard sweatshirt. I go from “fragile ballerina” to “hot chick who can take care of herself in a mosh pit”.
All I know is that after break I might have some explaining to do as to why I look like a totally different person at concerts than I do at school.
