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Yeah, about that concert thing I was doing today... So, we rode down to Nashville with my friend Laura, right? Cause I convinced her to come with and drive because cities are evil? Yeah. I was so right on that one.
We missed a turn and were trying to get back to the road we needed to get to the venue, so we were on this skeezy cross-street. While Laura was busy worrying about getting to the counterpart of our one way street and hoping it would take us back where we were supposed to be, she kind of failed to notice a teensy little stop sign. And then the car got smished. Oops.
Nobody got hurt. And the car still drove... a little. The wheel ended up, like, visibly at an angle to the road, which, I'm pretty sure cars are not supposed to do. We managed to limp over to a gas station (because it was truly a creepy neighborhood), but there was no way the car was going to be up for the drive home.
So Laura called her dad to tell him what happened and called AAA to come tow her car. And her dad was perfectly willing to come get us... only, ya know, not at eleven or whenever the concert got done. Which is pretty understandable because he didn't sign up for this crazy shit. At this point it was like 5:30 and the concert was supposed to start at 6:00 according to the website. We managed to convince Laura's dad to wait until 7:30 to leave to come get us, which meant we wouldn't have to leave the concert until 9:00, which would let us watch Cobra, Sherwood, Rocket Summer, and part of Armor for Sleep, but definitely no Academy.
So after the AAA guy showed up and took the car away, by which time it was very nearly 6:00, we called a cab to come get us. We were told it would take 10 to 20 minutes, and we were less than a mile from the venue, so I figured we might at least catch the last song in Cobra's set.
40 minutes later, we gave up and called a different cab company. The new cab showed up in less than five minutes. When we got to the venue, it was almost 7.
Once we got inside, we found out two things. 1, Sherwood wasn't there because they had car trouble, and 2, THE SHOW DIDN'T START TIL SEVEN.
So we just managed to squeak inside before Cobra came out and started playing. They rocked a fucking lot, the end. I threw a plastic cobra and it definitely made it onto the stage, which pleases me a terrible amount. I am so ridiculously glad I got to see them again, especially since their tour at the beginning of next year is not coming closer than several hundred miles away and then not on days when I could conceivably make a several hundred mile drive.
When Bill came out to do his part on "Bring It" he was so wearing Chiz's hat. I have no idea why, but it was precious. I'm sorry I didn't get to see your band play, Bill! Come back soon, I'll make it this time! (I would feel worse about missing TAI's entire set... but they don't have the weird aversion everyone else in bandom apparently has where they refuse to come to Nashville, like, ever. So, I might possibly get a chance to see them some other time without having to drive 5 hours or something.)
In conclusion, LAURA I'M SORRY YOUR CAR GOT SMUSHED. BUT AT LEAST WE CAUGHT PART OF THE CONCERT AND IT WAS KIND OF AWESOME? /o\
We missed a turn and were trying to get back to the road we needed to get to the venue, so we were on this skeezy cross-street. While Laura was busy worrying about getting to the counterpart of our one way street and hoping it would take us back where we were supposed to be, she kind of failed to notice a teensy little stop sign. And then the car got smished. Oops.
Nobody got hurt. And the car still drove... a little. The wheel ended up, like, visibly at an angle to the road, which, I'm pretty sure cars are not supposed to do. We managed to limp over to a gas station (because it was truly a creepy neighborhood), but there was no way the car was going to be up for the drive home.
So Laura called her dad to tell him what happened and called AAA to come tow her car. And her dad was perfectly willing to come get us... only, ya know, not at eleven or whenever the concert got done. Which is pretty understandable because he didn't sign up for this crazy shit. At this point it was like 5:30 and the concert was supposed to start at 6:00 according to the website. We managed to convince Laura's dad to wait until 7:30 to leave to come get us, which meant we wouldn't have to leave the concert until 9:00, which would let us watch Cobra, Sherwood, Rocket Summer, and part of Armor for Sleep, but definitely no Academy.
So after the AAA guy showed up and took the car away, by which time it was very nearly 6:00, we called a cab to come get us. We were told it would take 10 to 20 minutes, and we were less than a mile from the venue, so I figured we might at least catch the last song in Cobra's set.
40 minutes later, we gave up and called a different cab company. The new cab showed up in less than five minutes. When we got to the venue, it was almost 7.
Once we got inside, we found out two things. 1, Sherwood wasn't there because they had car trouble, and 2, THE SHOW DIDN'T START TIL SEVEN.
So we just managed to squeak inside before Cobra came out and started playing. They rocked a fucking lot, the end. I threw a plastic cobra and it definitely made it onto the stage, which pleases me a terrible amount. I am so ridiculously glad I got to see them again, especially since their tour at the beginning of next year is not coming closer than several hundred miles away and then not on days when I could conceivably make a several hundred mile drive.
When Bill came out to do his part on "Bring It" he was so wearing Chiz's hat. I have no idea why, but it was precious. I'm sorry I didn't get to see your band play, Bill! Come back soon, I'll make it this time! (I would feel worse about missing TAI's entire set... but they don't have the weird aversion everyone else in bandom apparently has where they refuse to come to Nashville, like, ever. So, I might possibly get a chance to see them some other time without having to drive 5 hours or something.)
In conclusion, LAURA I'M SORRY YOUR CAR GOT SMUSHED. BUT AT LEAST WE CAUGHT PART OF THE CONCERT AND IT WAS KIND OF AWESOME? /o\
