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Well, let me start off by saying that I'm in desperate need of a shower, but will not take one for at least another few hours since I still have to finish my Rasta project. With that in mind, let me tell you a tale of an amazing end to my first semester of college.
Last night I went to Boston to see Mindless Self Indulgence, one of the weirdest bands in existence. I dragged Jessica with me since I didn't feel like going all that way by myself. We got there just in time to see the opening act, The Human Shield, and by act, I mean song. They were all wearing diapers, and at the end of the song they threw their guitars on the ground and jumped into the drum set.
In a few words, MSI is some crazy shit. In a nutshell, this concert was a lot like the last: I got spit on my Steve Righ?, the guitarist. Lyn-z, the bassist did a dramatic stage dive at the end, Kitty the drummer was just awesome, and Jimmy Urine, the singer, went apeshit. As the show went on, he wore less and less clothing. The crowd was intense, very squished, and quite literally moved as one. The only reason I didn't fall down was because there was no room to fall. I knew the words to every song except one, which I suspect was "1989." By the end, my shirt was literally drenched in sweat, certainly only some of it mine.
Funny story that I wish happened to me instead of Jessica (who looked quite disheveled afterwards): Halfway through the show, she lost her cell phone, and since the forementioned crowd was so packed, there was nearly no hope of recovering it. Anyways, she accepted it as a casualty, and continued. At the end of the show, the band always sticks around to sign stuff, chat, kiss people, whatever. As I was making my way to Jimmy, Jessica sees her phone in his hands. Apparently, someone had found it and sent it up to be signed by Jimmy. Anyways, he signed her phone, and she claimed it once again.
I got my lucky charms watch signed by Jimmy (which came out as "squiggle squiggle") and my ticket stub signed by Kitty, who once again, I love.
After the concert, we had about 5 hours to kill since our bus back to Providence didn't leave until 2:30 AM. We almost saw Troy, but it was sold out, so we wandered around Boston for another hour until we reached the Hilton and decided to chill in the lobby, half sleeping and half watching the terrible Steven Segal movie that was on TV. And then we came back to Providence, went to bed, and here I am now telling the end of this story.
I got a bunch of pictures, got stuff signed, got to wander around Boston at midnight, had an extrememly agreeable last adventure with Jessica, and all around had an amazing, crazy, sweaty, and tiring time. But now, as I said at the beginning, I must finish my Rasta project.
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