So the concert last night was actually damn good... even considering that I had never before heard any music by 30 Seconds to Mars. But I was impressed... and hammered. Yes, we were all drunk as hell.
I went to dinner with Carrie (she's alive!) before I met up with the others at Panini's, which is a bar next door to the venue (normally, it's a choch bar, but if you catch it at the right time, it's not bad). In the space of a half hour I managed to catch up with everyone else who had been there for a few hours already. Then we were off to Newport, where they happen to sell 32 oz jugs of drafts. I was nearly done with mine before the concert actually started... wait, I was done before the concert started! Good lord.
Ah well.
Anyway, I do remember that the show was pretty good, Lisa jumped into the mosh pit and tried to crowd surf. After the show, we tried waiting around out back to meet Jared Leto, but we all had to pee so bad we just ended up just fleeing to my apartment, which was only a block away. Once everyone left me, I ate a bowl of Kix, just for good measure (this is how I avoid hangovers, eat before and after), and tried to watch the episode of Miami Ink that I had DVRed earlier that night, but I passed out before the first commercial break.
Considering that my hangover precautions worked, since I don't have so much as a headache, I'd say it was a pretty good night!
Oh and this is for Carrie, words I happened to put together over the course of our dinner:
"Ugh, I'm wearing my fat pants today. I feel like such a hefer!"
"I always feel so fat when I'm around Lisa."
and eventually I incorporated the two,
"Oh great, I get to go feel fat around Lisa while I'm wearing my fat pants!!"
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