calypso

Sooo, I got into a car accident on Thursday. That was fun.

Right now I'm driving a rental. It's a Dodge Neon ( ). I asked the lady if they had a Stratus, that way I could yell randomly, "I drive a Dodge Stratus! You do not talk to me that way!" (Will Ferrell.)

Street Scene was pretty bad-ass. I bought a parasol for twelve bucks, mostly because the sun was so bright and I forgot to put sunblock on my tats.

My brother and I first saw Hot Hot Heat. The dude's got an awesome voice.

We were waiting for Rise Against when I saw Candy. I walked up to her and said, "Hey, are you Candy?" Of course, it was.

I didn't know what to say to her. I felt like an asshole.

There was a pretty good pit for Rise Against, and their performance was impressive. I wanted to hop in the circle pit, but I was dumb enough to have brought my purse. Plus I had the parasol.

After Rise Against wrapped up, my brother stayed behind while I ran to get some much-needed water. I left my parasol with the same lady I bought it from, and went back to find my brother.

Flogging Molly was up next. As soon as they began, circle pits sprung up everywhere. I love to be on the edge of the pits.

"Now," I told my brother. "When they play 'Salty Dog' you're gonna have to hold my purse, because I'm going out there."

Girls get some pretty weird looks when they're in the pit, I've noticed...

Anywho, a couple of elbows-to-the-face later, and Flogging Molly wrapped up their set. Great show, to say the least.

We went to see the White Stripes, but the Black Eyed Peas were late for their show, so their set ran late, too.

"Fuck this shit," I said.

We saw the Killers, instead. I would have loved to see them for a lot longer than two songs, but the fucking "fans" were unbelievable. A shitload of blond girly-girls screaming at the top of their fucking lungs. I could barely even hear the music. I had to leave.

The next day, yesterday, we saw Dashboard Confessional for a bit. Once again, the fans were retarded. There's always that drunk girl. She's chubby, wearing way too much make-up, putting her hands up in the air every five seconds and yelling, patting random guys on the head...You know the kind I'm talking about.

I heard "Saints and Sailors" and "Screaming Infidelities" before we left. Damn it. Now that I think of it, I didn't get to hear "Hands Down." Now I'm pissed.

Anywho, we didn't know what do from that point. Unwritten Law was onstage before The Used, and Unwritten Law can suck a fatty for all I care.

We ventured into "Inflatable Land." It was pretty fun. They had this sort of obstacle course set up. You had to go through these tube things, climb up a hill, dive down it, climb through more tubes, push your way through some obstacles, climb up a huge hill using ropes, and slide down the other side of it. I kicked my brother's ass twice.

Oh, and riding a mechanical bull...big mistake. I stayed on for a good minute, but that shit hurt.

Then came The Used. They had quite possibly the most ridiculous circle pit I've ever fucking seen. These guys had no clue what the fuck they were doing.

Granted, when they performed "A Box of Sharp Objects" they had the largest pit I've ever seen, but it was retarded nonetheless. The guys in the pit were purposely setting out to do physical harm to one another. That's not what pitting is about. It's not about hitting each other, and it's certainly not about trying to push each other to the ground.

I saw this one guy go against the flow of the pit. I wanted to punch him in the head.

So...yeah. We only saw 311 for a couple songs, then left.

All in all, it was a good weekend.

Besides the fact that it seemed like everyone there was "with" someone. Arrgh.

"San Diego" is German for "a whale's vagina."