Everything I wanted and more. It was incredible. I sweated, burned, danced, found new artist, and stood on my feet for eight hours. I got to see We the Kings (the entire reason I bought the ticket). I even got to find a band that I was familiar with from my years of hearing music but not knowing bands.
However, before I get into Warped Tour I must discuss my mother's party. All of my whining and complaining were for naught. It was a lot of fun. We danced most of the night. Despite me being a crotchety old maiden and feeling like the music was far too loud, the DJ was incredible. He got up and showed us some line dances. He danced with my mother, twirled her really showing everyone up. The food was good. The decorations were nice. My aunt and mother did an excellent job. My mother brought in her 50th year with style.
Now Warped Tour. This day... God gave me so much more than I could have imagined I desired. It started with Gabrielle noticing the tent named Warped YouTubers. I was busy fretting over We the Kings. Not only were there YouTubers but there was one that I was familiar with. What? I didn't even know he'd be there. There he was. I got a picture with him. That was cool.
Afterwards, Gabrielle decided that we needed to eat before watching the We the Kings set. We went to the other side of the festival from where the stage they were playing was located. She wanted to sit down for a bit so we copped a squat next to the concession stands. Sitting there I realized that we were right at the entrance gate for the food tent for the performers and crew. Who should coming strolling out but the owner of the Delorean kit himself. On his way to play his set, Danny Duncan walks in front of me and I had to make a quick decision as to whether I should stop him or not. I stopped him. Even though he had his call time to make he stopped and took a picture with me. I thanked him via Twitter.
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| My face makes it look as though I was ungrateful for the encounter. I had food in my mouth, that's how spur of the moment this was, when I called him over. |
The day continued in that manner. Gabrielle got me over to an acoustic set by Yellowcard, reminding me that there is music out there that I like but don't know where to find it. We the Kings did not disappoint with their show. It was just as exciting to watch as I dreamed. I saw this set by a artist named Antiserum. I danced through his entire set. He had the pit bumping. During his set I was making up my mind to visit his merch table to purchase a CD if I could and his hat because it was sic albeit simple. A hat ended up being tossed into the crowd and I got it. Then when I went after his music, turns out it's all free online.
I wanted to stay for Yellowcard's second set but Gabrielle was feeling beat down and needed to get home to her animals. Sensing my reluctance leave she saved my day. She decided that she will go home. Yet, since we both came in her car she would return to pick me up later and carry me home after the last concert. I wish that I could say I refused to inconvenience her in that manner, but alas music is my drug. She left and I underwent the remainder of the festival alone. Something I am not unaccustomed to doing. The day was dope. I think I'm sunburned, my throat hurts a little, I'm beat and I wouldn't ask for it to go any differently.
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