Exhaustion and Ringing Ears

OMG what a day! Here I sit about ten minutes (3:25am) after returning home from one of the well, let's just say most evenful days of my life. Every one has been returned safely to their proper homes and fun was had by all, so my work here is done. Green Day couldn't have rocked more, unless of course I was one of the lucky bastards who had gotten to go on stage and play either drums, guitar, or bass. Unfortunately I don't even know how to play a single one of those instruments, or any instrument for that matter so I was so far out of the running, but wow. I'm sure every part of my body will be aching upon awakening, whenever that's going to be.

Of course we wouldn't have had such a good time if it weren't for me thinking, "gee, I guess I should probably take my ticket", which in turn reminded Cody that he had forgotten the other three tickets at home, luckily we had plenty of time to retrieve them. To put this in better perspective we were at least a good 3-4 hour drive from our destination (Green Fucking Day!). We got to Tacoma early and that gave me time to stop off and see my brother at college which was good for me, I miss him still. The new hair-do was a huge shocker to him, oh and the fact that I was wearing make-up as well.

As if almost forgetting the tickets wasn't enough, when they finally opened the doors we were told the line was not where we were standing but much, much, much further back, so we stood in line for who knows how long, only to find out we had been in the wrong line the whole time! Imagine our shock after finally reaching the doors, desperate for our pat down, only to find general admission was at a whole nother set of doors! Thankfully once we found our appropriate set of doors we entered immediatly to the sounds of Jimmy Eat World. Tears were actually shed upon entrance, though none by me, almost but none...Jimmy Eat World freaking rocks as well (they opened for Green Day). We were on the floor center freaking stage, mosh pit what have you. Watching Billie fake moan and fake jack off was fucking sweet ;) I'm sure I'm deaf now, but I'm thinking, it might have been worth it. Yes, there was definetely pot present, no I did not partake, except for the fact that I did have to breathe, not a hint of a contact high either, though I'm not certain I would know what that was like anyway.

And omg did the trip home really have to be as long as it did? The show started at 7:30, got out at 10:50ish, and I got home at 3:15am...Sitting in the parking lot forever before finally moving, sitting in road construction traffic for at least 30 minutes after getting lost, getting lost again, incredible amounts of fog slowing even the speediest of drivers (me, though I behaved the whole time, driving that is).

If this is scattered and all uncomprehensible (perhaps poorly written as well) then I apologize. I am exhausted, in need of major showering, starving, poor (gas is a bitch), and I'm wondering how the hell I'm going to get to sleep with ringing ears and images of the greatest show I've ever seen. Good night, I feel like shit, but I'm sure it was worth it!