Sweet dreams are made of this

[trenchkamen]

Now that I've washed the beer out of my hair...


So at the last minute I got tickets to go see the double-billed Marilyn Manson and Slayer at Cricket Pavilion. After the opening band (Bleeding Through; pretty good stuff, and the lead singer was really nice), Slayer went first.

I'm not a huge Slayer fan. They're all right; I don't mind seeing them as part of a double-bill with an artist I really like. Technically their music is awesome, but being unable to hear a word the lead singer says takes a lot away from the experience. Then again, I tend to love lyrics and the death metal in which the singer actually sings, a concept that hasn't seemed to have taken off in English-language rock. Anyway...

After Slayer, in a fit of some form of mania a guy yelled "FUCK YEAH" and threw his beer in my general direction. Most of the beer splashed on my head. He is clearly a very extreme and nonconformist individual. Dick.

After getting back from trying to mop up my hair best I could, there was a good space of time before Manson went on. Some guys from across the isle had come to admire the guy sitting in front of me's Slayer shirt, to which they responded the pentagram should be replaced with a Swastika or some shit like that. As soon as they had left, the guy in front of me started calling them fucking assholes, what if he was Jewish or something, he should kick their asses, Nazi pieces of shit, and he was from Detroit so he didn't care if they wanted to fight, blah blah.

At this point I thought he was a rough-spoken guy, but with a love for peace and unity. You know the type. I was playing Pokemon at this point, and he had already asked me if it smelled like "fucking birthday cake", which it actually did; apparently the lawn was on fire, or something.

Then three girls in skimpy clothes walked up the isle. One was wearing naught but boy-shorts (ass-cheeks hanging out and all that) and a bra, while the other two were wearing crop-tops and mini-skirts. All three had lacy thigh-high garters and heels. The guy turned around:

Guy: Would you ever dress like that?
Me: ...I don't have the legs.
Guy: Bullshit. But would you?
Me: It's not my personal style.
Guy: (half-laughing) It's not your personal style...

The guy then started yelling at them to sit down, whores, that this wasn't Van Bueren, and that they weren't going to get to suck any celebrity cock, and that by the way, they weren't that hot. The girls seemed at most irritated, so I let it be.

Needless to say my opinion of this guy had lowered quite a bit by this point; those girls weren't hurting anybody at all, and he was just being a dick. He and his friend had started yelling that Marilyn Manson sucked cock and all that rot by this point, and upon noticing me again, he turned around and:

Guy: So, who are you here for: Manson or Slayer?
Me: I'm admittedly here for Manson.
Guy: (clucks) You know, I liked you, until you abandoned your wing-man.
Me: (shrug)

I don't know if he meant 'likes' me, as in 'hey, you're female and not a total fucking chud; do you want to go fuck in the back of my truck', or as in 'hey, you're all right'. At least by this point I didn't have to bust out the "I'm sixteen" lie.

Manson was amazing, by the way. My throat is still sore from singing "The Fight Song" like a fifteen-year-old spitfire, and I'm still quite deaf. I wish he had done his cover of "Personal Jesus" (it's amazing), but I get the feeling Depeche Mode would not be popular at that concert. And Manson in a suit = very stylish indeed. Close-ups on camera reveal that his face is deeply scarred and rough beneath his makeup, but it doesn't matter as long as you know how to rock. For some reason, much as I like Manson's style, I never found myself sexually attracted to him. I'd totally hang out with him, though.

Oh, but Manson grabbing his crotch--for some reason I find this alluring. He knows how to work those hips. Confusion.


How the hell can a package be "in transit" to Tempe (six hours from LA) since Friday, AND have the date the package left California change from Friday to Monday? RAGE.

sanjicat drew me a sexy picture of my lesbian Umbreon and Esperon. I love her long time. Yes, the 'sexy' part is humanoid (girls with ears) and NSFW. The 'cute' part is nuzzling Pokemans.

I should crash. I have my first organic chemistry lab tomorrow, but upon reading the procedure you would have to be a fucking 'tard to mess this up. Now watch me mess this up.

I hope all of you out-of-staters had a good first day of school today.

Comments

[shineko.livejournal.com]

You know, I hear beer is a good conditioner for the hair. It softens it or something.

And he does look hotter in a suit. Good to hear you enjoyed yourself for at least some of the time? XD

[trenchkamen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I did. The amusing bits were just the upheavel.

[musicheartsoul.livejournal.com]

I heard that about beer too... my friend had some old flat beer so she made conditioner out of it.

yay for crystallization. what's your molecule?

[trenchkamen.livejournal.com]

Bortezomib

[xcerebraledemax.livejournal.com]

Oh my god Marilyn Manson.

Their have been numerous times where I've gotten beer in my hair and I'm pretty sure each time was my fault. To hell with that guy who threw it.

[trenchkamen.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he's a douche. Probably. Since he was a Slayer fan. They're all douches.