Kiley and I had arrived about an hour early for our first RBF show. Some band was playing that could not stop reiterating the fact that they were from North Carolina. They weren't that bad no matter wut Kiley says.
The RBF fans had taken their sweet ass time getting there which ment plenty of open space for me and Kiley to take up DIRECTLY in front of where Scott would soon be playing. So we seized the oppertunity and scooted our little behinds agains that barricade. Let it be known that our bouncer was the real life version of Chef from South Park. No joke people.
It was only a few minutes before the show and some spikey haired fellow made conversation with us using the funniest opening line I've ever heard. "You guys like RBF a lot?" We were dying but the boy turned out to be MiKE, my long lost Evil Twin who's only lived an hour away from me.
Anyway, RBF came out and opened with my personal fave, "Peter Bones." I was stoked. Aaron had a little daisy in his mouth and was bein his silly self and it was so rad. After that without a word they totally jammed into "Sell Out" and everyone went totally nutso and rockin and so did I as well.
I think the most crazy the crowd got was when they played "Sell Out," "In the Pit," and "Take On Me." It was raining and since it was an outdoor event we totally had the cool Woodstock vibe goin down and HENCE my most favorite Aaron quote: "Sorry about the wetnesss." NOTE: when saying "wetnesss" stress the end "s."
I remember a little while after Scott complaining of the heavy arse mic stand and then I turned around during "Beer" (I think) and a saw my ex-boyfriend crowd surfing (a big RBF no no) and then he got dropped on his face. I took no attention to it until there was a crowd of people around him and then I got semi-worried. He stood up with a bit of blood on his face and someone asked if he was cool and pointed out the blood and he just goes, "Really? Woah!" and resumed to mosh. Sad, silly bitch that he is.
Let me take this time to announce that at one point in the show I got terribly distracted by Scott's pelvic thrusts. I don't know why, I just couldn't stop staring. Until my brother moshed into me and I realized that I was out of it and resumed my booty shakin once again.
Another high point was when Aaron walked over to us during "Hungry Like the Wolf" just a-strummin away on his gee-tar. It was kinda weird though cuz he had no expression and he seemed quite spooky. Or maybe I'm just a freak.
I have to say it was one of the most adrenaline-pumped nights of my life and it was all good. I met cool new peoples, and saw old ones but I never met the fish themselves. That's another story....for another day.
This stamp. This letter. Might make me feel much better. This stamp. This letter. Couldn't make me feel much better. It's too late, I wrote it down.