This is going to be a stream-of-consciousness update about Warped until I can edit in a more refined entry. Here goes. ---
1:30, anticipation rising.
1:31, I walk into Casey's room; PJ, asleep...Casey, antsy and pacing. Everything is normal.
1:59, Outside -- brief discussion about who's car to take. Convinced that my car was the wrong choice (flash forward: I'm an idiot)
2:03, departure for Jarrod ("Who the hell is Jarrod!?) crib, listening to Paramore
2:??, leave Jarrod crib, depart for Cincinati -- Entire trip my head is under a blanket and I'm trying my GODDAMNEDEST to go to sleep because I can't stand the music or the fucking wind for two more minutes or I'm going to strangle Casey for constantly bumping into my leg. Two Foxy Shazam!!! songs. Relief. Anger, removed. August Burns Red found its way into the cd player; Kane, bored out of his misery all over again.
Arrival, friends wanted sleep -- I wanted to talk to cute guy standing in parking lot. Climb over PJ. They sleep, I chitter chat to Brittany, Matt, and Megan. They attract fat chicks like the fucking plague. I return to car and stand for about 15 minutes. Old guy on weird contraption tells us to go park somewhere else. Confusion for 5-10 minutes. We park and walk toward entrance.
7:00 through 10:00 are a blur. Standing in line; arrival of Carrie and her crew; PJ, Casey, and Wozzy, shirtless; I go get water for them because I don't mind walking. Annoying kid. Supremely annoying kid.
We get into the concert, first thing --
Chiodos: Brilliant. The sound was awesome, I was into it, and having a great time. More shirtless dudes appeared, in various levels of attractiveness. Eye candy.
Next was Parkway Drive, I think. I sat in the ampitheatre and fell asleep. Boredom from car returned.
Felt seperated from PJ, Casey, and Wozzy based solely on the fact of musical tastes -- and they kept scurrying away before I had time to catch up. Oh well...at Warped I suppose you have to have priorities.
Carrie's friends are named Malissa, Brittany, and James. I think James is gay, but at the same time...straight-gay. No, he's gay. Bumps into me and makes lewd jokes at awkard, non-funny times. Parkway Drive concert filled with his awkward come-ons.
After Parkway Drive - PJ, Wozzy, Casey, Carrie walk past me and Carrie's friends. Meh? I catch up to them. Random conversation. Next band.
At this point I can't remember which bands went in what order, but these are the ones that we either saw, heard, or caught oral glimpses of:
Straylight Run (bad show)
Underoath (too many crowd surfers...ouch my poor pansy arms)
Meg and Dia
Coheed and Cambria
I saw the following people, knowing damn well that I would see them:
I saw the following people, not having the slightest clue that they would be there:
Shannon Concello, Evan, Laura, Erik, Lindsey Roberson (Mexi)
First time since I've seen Shannon/Evan since Rozina's wedding, Laura since a concert about four months ago, Erik for the first time ever, and Lindsey in years. I thought Erik was cute. Sort of. In an odd sort of way. Eh? Attraction is a strange thing. Usually I have no interest in people who smoke and love Killswitch Engage like cigarette companies love cartoon characters.
Long story short. Break down. Funny happenings. Wozzy learning of homosexuality. Funny happenings. Good times, good memories. Hopefully I won't forget them.
In conclusion: hanging out with three EXTREMELY sexually frusterated straight guys will always yield this following conversation --
Wozzy: "Kane, seriously...you should try fucking a girl once..."
PJ: "Yea, dude!"
Casey: (didn't speak, because he knew better)
Kane: "...Then in all fairness you should try fucking a dude at least once."
Wozzy/PJ: "Good point."