Thursday...
9:00 AM: Thought I had to go get blood drawn for allergy testing, but turns out the med. assistant scheduled me on the wrong day so I didn't have to. This meant that I now have to go another week without any allergy meds, but at least it also meant no needles.
11:00-12:00 AM/PM: Finished my pathophysiology test, and officially began my 4 day weekend.
2:15 PM: Realized that I hadn't eaten anything all day and should probably grab something quick.
3:00 PM: Headed to St. Paul
3:45 PM: Passed an elderly woman hitch-hiking in the middle of nowhere. Thumb out with full arm extension and everything. Fucking strange.
5:00-6:00 PM: Guitar lesson
7:00 PM: Guilt trip, but I won't name names.
8:00 PM: Shopping with Karen
9:00-10:30 PM: Chile's in Roseville; 2 for 1 margaritas. Nuff said.
Friday...
12:00 AM: Watching funny youtube videos.
1:00 AM: Attempt to fall asleep on Karen's couch, but it's way too hot in there. Toss and turn for a couple of hours.
3:00 AM: Realize I'm missing an earring. Awake, but not really awake.
3:30 AM: Still searching for the missing earring. Not sure why.
4:00-6:00 AM: In and out of sleep.
6:00 AM: Get up and get dressed. Continue looking for earring.
7:00 AM: Decide to go to Target and get a new pair of earrings, but realize Target doesn't open until 8.
7:15 AM: Eat breakfast at Perkins; waitress forgot my orange juice, but it's alright since I didn't have to pay for it that way.
8:00 AM: Find cheap pair of earrings, and head over to the U of M.
8:30-9:30 AM: Chill in the Coffman Union. Realize that the earring I thought I'd lost had been in my pocket the whole time. WTF.
9:45 AM: Head over to Christy's dorm. Meet up with Razzi and Aimee.
10:00 AM: Leave for Iowa City
1:00 PM: Remember why I hate driving through Iowa...boring. Feel something crawling on my arm, look down, and realize I had just been stung by a bee. Great. Flick bee out the window.
2:30 PM: Realize we missed our turn about an hour ago... doh.
3:30 PM: Finally back on the right road. Look down in my lap and spot another big bee crawling on my leg. Have mini panic attack and then smash the bee with a water bottle. At this point I'm paranoid because I can't figure out where the bees are coming from and it feels like they are crawling all over me. We determine that Aimee has brought the bees. Not really.
4:00 PM: Eat at Cici's pizza. Not a big fan. They didn't accept credit cards; i'm sorry, I didn't realize I had stepped into a time warp.
5:00 PM: Make it to the venue; already about 15 people in line.
6:00 PM: Standing in line next to some of the most annoying kids on the planet. The word 'epic' was said far too many times.
7:00 PM: Get into the venue. Christy was saving us spots on barricade between Justin and Matt. Nice.
7:30 PM: Start to realize that this is quite possibly the largest amount of douche bags that I have ever seen in one area.
7:45 PM: Surrounded by annoying girls; actual quote "Mr. Pierre's hair better be banging or I'm outta here" (that girl did end up leaving the pit about 2 minutes into the first song, hmm), and douche bag guys that thought it was hilarious to stick their hands up girls shirts and hump their legs.
8:00-9:00 PM: Motion City Soundtrack puts on a wonderful performance as always.
9:00 PM: Encore. Girl with quite possibly the worst body odor on the planet pushes her way up next to me. She's drenched in sweat and I can't help but gag. Hold my breath through most of Throwdown and TFFMO.
9:30 PM: Head back to MN. Razzi and Christy drive again. I sleep almost the whole way. Wake up a couple of times when it was hailing pretty hard.
Saturday...
2:30 AM: Get back to Minneapolis. Drop off Aimee. Go to sleep on the floor in Christy's dorm.
7:30 AM: Move to the now empty futon.
10:30 AM: Wake up to find that Christy and Razzi had left and that I'm alone in the room with Christy's roommate whom I've never met and who had no idea that I was going to be there. She was not pleased.
11:15 AM: Christy returns from dropping Razzi off. We head to the dining hall for brunch.
12:00 PM: Decide to head over to the MCS show at St. Johns.
1:30 PM: Arrive at St. Johns. Park the car. Walk down a steep embankment only to realize that it actually costs $30 and not $20 like the online tickets. Also Realize we don't have enough money to get in since the parking garage cost me $18.
1:45 PM: Contemplate our 2 options... 1) Drive back to Minneapolis or 2) Try to sneak in.
1:50 PM: Decide to sneak in. Now, I don't condone this behavior and normally wouldn't agree to it, because I'm all about playing by the rules and paying what I owe, but seeing as they wouldn't have gotten any money out of us anyways we decided to take the chance. Plus it's MCS.
2:00-3:00 PM: Walk 1 mile down a gravel road, turn the corner and see two cops standing off in the distance. We decide to duck around the back of an old church and run into the woods. After walking through the woods for about 15 minutes we spot an opening in the distance, and then we spot the main path that all of the concert goers are coming in on.
3:00 PM: We try to duck in behind the group of people walking in. Christy doesn't get spotted by security, but I do. Story of my life.
3:15 PM: We walk past security like nothing happened and get up by the stage. Just then security approaches me and asks me why they saw me coming out of the wrong path. I make up the most outlandish lie off the top of my head and completely think I got busted. They take my name and get on their walkie-talkies (it probably helped that the guy thought I said my name was Holly even though I gave him my actual name). At this point I think I'm completely screwed and figure that he would ask to see my wristband, stamp, or ticket stub...none of which I had. Turns out, St Johns wasn't on top of things, because they didn't give out any of those things, which worked out nicely for me. They had no way to prove that I hadn't legitimately paid to get into the show so they just walked away. I'm not a rebel, so my heart was pounding, but at the same time I was pretty pleased with myself for actually getting away with it, because I never get away with shit.
3:20 PM: I realized that Christy had taken off as soon as security approached me, so I moved to the other side of the stage before I gave the all clear for her to come over and join me.
3:25 PM: We finish watching Unicycle Loves You's set. Pretty good stuff.
3:45 PM: Motion City Soundtrack comes on stage. The weather was perfect for an outdoor show. Everything is sounding great.
4:00 PM: A group of at least 25 drunk guys run into the crowd and push everybody out of the center. I fear that this may turn ugly. Justin: "Looks like Josh's crew just showed up." haha. Ends up making the concert more enjoyable; everyone got really into it and the guys were careful not to crush any of the girls around them. I just wish they could have been a little bit shorter; I swear it must have been the basketball team or something because they were all at least 6'5''. But beggars can't be choosers, or something like that. The concert was held outside on a gravel lot, so with all the jumping there was dust flying everywhere.
4:45 PM: Concert ends. I looked down and realized my pants and shoes were completely covered in dust. Between the car ride, two sweaty shows, sleeping on the floor, walking through the woods, and the dirt I feel pretty damn grody. Everything was totally worth it, and since I have a guilty conscious I'll make up the missed payment by buying some extra merch or something.
So yeah, that was the weekend. Not too shabby.
Seeing that picture inspired me to search for my favorite picture of my brother. It's at times like this that I wish I had a scanner. So that every glorious detail could be seen more clearly. This includes the zubaz pants, the armadillo shirt, the mary-kate and ashley doll, and the oversized head that JP had such a hard time holding up!
