So, one of my besties is getting married. She's been engaged for almost a year at this point, and the wedding isn't until March, but the preparations are already underway and are in full swing. Even though this friend lives only about an hour from me, I've had little to do with the preparations myself. In fact, the only thing that I've done before today was go try on my bridesmaid's dress, which took like... 10 minutes. *snort* I went in, I tried it on, I took it off, and we left to have lunch. Easy come easy go.
I personally don't feel very bad that I haven't been involved- I can barely plan ahead far enough to feed myself for a week, let alone help with a wedding, which is every little girl's fantasy come true (I guess... It's never really been mine.). This means EVERYTHING has to be perfect. Honestly, it's too tedious for me, and I don't exactly get along very well with one of the other bridesmaids (read: Wire Haired Man Goblin) so it was no skin off my nose to just show up when I was needed.
Imagine my surprise when my friend calls me a few days ago and tells me that she's going to pick up The Dress (yes, note the capitals) on Friday and she wants me to go with her. I was the first she asked so of course I said yes. I went with the maid of honor (who happens to be male) and one other random friend with whom I was unacquainted. So I drive over there and she gets The Dress and tries it on to make sure the alterations were awesome and damn if it wasn't downright gorgeous and didn't bring a tear to my eye.
Something about wedding dresses and having ovaries makes me all teary-eyed.
So with that accomplished we pack up The Dress with the utmost care (I would rather die than see Molly if someone ruined The Dress) and ate some Taco Bell for old times sake.
It was pretty awesome. So everyone departs, and I pack up my car and proceed to drive to Tally.
WHICH IS SOMETHING I SWEAR I WILL NEVER DO AGAIN IN THE DAYLIGHT HOURS.
It's a damn good thing I love Molly so fucking much, because I literally SWEATED MY ASS OFF on the drive. Four hours of humidity, heat, and a boat of a car with no AC. I drove without a shirt on, and considered taking off my jeans, with all four windows rolled down, my hair up, and still I sweated BUCKETS. I don't think I've sweated that much in my LIFE.
Finally get in town around 7, shower off and get ready to go to a concert (the whole reason I came up this weekend to begin with). 10 Years is one of my favorite bands, and I saw them in concert at Floyd's last year. When I heard they were playing there again, I jumped at the opportunity, made some adjustments to my work schedule, and bought a ticket. It was every bit as FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC as I thought it would be. With one. Minor. Setback.
Floyd's is by no means a very large establishment. It's basically below street level, so almost underground, with a bar, a stage, and three tables. The rest is standing room. People were packed in like fucking SARDINES, which is normal for all Floyd's concerts. It gets hot, it gets sweaty. You mosh, you drink, you rock the fuck out, and then you go home. Well today, for some unknown reason, the powers that be decided to fuck me over. The ventilation system in Floyd's was down. Floyd's doesn't have AC as far as I know, but the vents keep the air moving at least, and makes it bearable.
Today, the air was standing still, and was so thick with sweaty bodies, stale beer, and cigarette smoke that you needed a snorkel or something. It was downright ridiculous. Within 15 minutes of walking in the door my shirt was completely soaked through with sweat. People were removing shirts left and right in order to keep from suffocating. The bands were dying of heat, and took their shirts off (hey, definitely not complaining there) and chugged water when they weren't spraying it on the crowd or tossing bottles to whoever looked closest to passing out.
But damn if every single damn person in that bar didn't have an amazing fucking time. There was zero personal space. I got intimately acquainted with everyone around me, and we all rocked and sang and screamed until our throats bled. We jumped and clapped until our knees popped and our palms stung, and we sweated until we could sweat no more.
Which was a real concern, but hey, it was awesome. 10 Years puts on a FUCKING amazing show, and I would highly recommend seeing them if you get the chance. They're not perfect- the lead singer is kinda scrawny, the bassist's shoes kept coming untied, and the drummer tripped over his cords. But they're real people. It's not like some concerts where the band is a god-like entity above human interaction. 10 Years sings to their fans, they feed off of the energy. The lead singer said that he LOVES singing in tiny venues like Floyd's because its so much more intimate, the fans are so much more into the show.
Everyone was caught up in the music; the drums, the bass, were our heartbeat, the guitars were our lungs, and the vocals tied it all together into a living, breathing entity. It was amazing.
And the lead singer AND the bassist both touched me. WE SHARED SWEAT. IT WAS AWESOME. I SALMONED- LIKE I DID AT DRAGON*CON LAST YEAR WHEN I PASSED BY THE BUILDING WHERE STAN LEE WAS.
And no, I was not high. Or drunk.
Just wanted to clarify. :P
But seriously. They were awesome. Stereoside opened for them and they were pretty fucking awesome as well. They sound JUST like they do on their albums.
I've been up for 20 straight hours at this point, so I think I'm going to get some sleep.