here's the two pictures that i have.
the most amazing girl in the world waiting outside for A&J
the view from our room in the city, gosh we are fancy.
so anyway, WHAT HAPPENED: the most amazing girl in the world got tickets to powderfinger for her birthday, and then later on tickets to see angus and julia stone, which she invited me to go with her, so basically, this ended up to be an amazing weekend, spending time doing what i love with the girl i love. /lame
friday, i got into st kilda, hotled, we walked to an iga, and got food, because i had promised to cook later on, spent $30 on food, would have been cheaper to buy pizza, and i could have fed four, but it doesn't matter. waited around, watched some simpsons while megan got ready, then i called a taxi (i'm getting quiet good at talking to strangers, specially on the phone.) wait around, and a taxi starts flashing lights at us, the taxi driver was mad because he went to the other one of our places, and we weren't there, butt head, got yourself and extra $3. anyway, he's hard to understand, tell him to go to luna park. we get to the theatre and megan wants to wait in line so we can get in early. we were sitting in row AA. it didn't matter, so we went to mcdonalds. megan got a hoddie, a shirt, and a bag for bernice. well i got the shirt and the bag, i think, i'm not sure, either way i'm broke.
opening people were too quiet becasue no one that far back cared and were just talking, i was a little pissed off. it got worse when the drunk people decided to come in. A&J were okay, pretty good actually. "here's a little song that an australian girl sung a few years back. a more depressing versian." starts singing 'you're the one that i want' pretty win. i got a bit bored by the end to be honest, becasue i only knew 4 songs, and they got played early. but megan had a good time.
walked back up fitzroy st. got inside, i started cooking, and megan listened to music on my 'cool headphones' picture. megan liked food, i thought she was fibbing, till i tried it, turned out to be pretty good. then it was about one, so we went to bed.
next day, wake up, make toast eat toast when megan declines it. she gets up about an hour later, make more toast, megan likes toast. anyway, pack up stuff, check out, all is good, go to tram, go to melbourne, get off a stop too early, complaints about walking, i can hardly blame her. get to crown promanade, after walking for ages, and getting a little lost, the good kind, and check in. "are you scared of heights? you're on floor 22" "one of our nicest" gosh. go up, throw stuff down, play with switches, watch pokemon movie on tv, stare out window, then we go to galactic circus, win 450 tickets with $30, ew, it was fun, got a fairy wand, crazy straws, and bubbles.
have a nap. get up, get dressed, go to reception, ask about getting to place. ask people at the tram stop about how to get to place, and get a correct answere, arrive at 430, tiny que, get a vulture street tshirt, and megan gets a tour shirt. stand in line, man says "something delays, something soundchecks" people yell at him. it was his fault. got in, get cd vouchers, sit in front of toilets, wait, lady spills beer, her friend cleans the carpet and not her leg, i loled, he loled, we're besties. doors open, push past people, get to door, go down stairs, i want to run, i'm not allowed. get a place stage left second row.
vasco era come on eventually, i thought they were freaking amazing, people behind me were not impressed. i loved them.
jet, i don't like jet much, they were better than i expected to be honest. good showmen. and a nazi. they stole a camera and took photo's of the crowd with them in it, girl maybe dies.
powderfinger, i was ready for my mind to be blown, my mind was blown, they were right there, 15m away at the most. really loude, really thirsty, really wanting to jump up and down but there was a 12 year old in front of me. his dad was all, "his first concert" he looked really bored, and kept sitting down. he was right against the fence, and got a bass pick from the basist. i demand justice. oh well. they played most of the songs i love, passenger, already gone, like a dog, etc. i wanted belter, i wanted up and down and we should be together, and all of that album really, oh well. was still amazing. i yelled a lot.
my happiness comes, on, they stop playing, and you can hardly tell the difference from the sing a long ing. beautiful. even amazing on the bootleg, which is playing now. something about the USSR. yelled at someone who was making the sercurty people mad by sitting on shoulders, felt like a man. "OI! GET DOWN!",
i don't know if i'm missing anything, i am, oh well. they finish, we leave, find tickets all over the ground, end up with 4, line up for CD, they line is around 300m when we get there, is twice as long when we get to the half way point when we started. wow. then we walk to tram, wait for tram, a guy gives me a dollar, girl touches his crotch, get off, mcdonalds again, nuggets, not lemonaid, opps. cold by the time we get back, takes us ages anyway. sleep. wake up, call for the mini bar to be checked. leave, get called sir a lot. walk to train, get tickets, go for breakfast 10 dollar samich, it was good though. umm, chocolate, body shop, eb games, wait for train, a kiss, a hug, run to train, play dragon quest, get home, continue, watch good game kiddie one, they need to stop reviewing things they do on the normal one. help with tea, be grumpy at gayle, becuase i don't like her, eat, change from mini master cooking, to x factor, i groan, dad groans, watch a show about fish sex, gayle goes up stairs. the choice was "facts(fish)" or "facts about a myth(bible)" gayle lost. she'a tv nazi, no one likes what we watch except her, i don't really care, but i like fish.
then i facebook, and alex has written his powder finger thing, so i write mine, and this is where i am. hell yeah.
the end.
i love you megan
0 comments:
Post a Comment