First time in a loonnnggg time I've written on here but I think that the events of today require a little bit of my time to be out for you all to .. know about.
Okay, at about twelve thirty this morning Evan asks me what I'm doing today. I say I don't know yet. He invites me to go to Jeff O'Neil's Big Weenie Roast. That being a neat name for a concert with Gob, Finger Eleven, Clutch, and more. That was awesome of him to invite me, yay Evan. So we go, his mom, with him in the van, pick me up at about two fifty PM. We get to the Braid sky-train station and then, after ten or eleven stops in between, we reach our destination. On the way we see David, Mauro, and another one of those boys who were also going to the concert. We get away from the station and walk out, in search of the Plaza of Nations, where we will be staying for the next six and a half hours or so. We go the wrong way because of this idiot bus driver. About ten minutes later I asked this couple sitting outside of a restaurant where the plaza was and they pointed us in the opposite direction. Hum. So probably thirty minutes later we get there, stand in line, and wait. Even though those three other boys (the only people we knew from Pitt there) did not follow us (they seemed to think they knew where they were going), and we walked all over the place, we still got there waayy before them. It was all good. We get in, they had to check my purse (nothing of course, because I am an angel ^^). We eat, we wait again. More people arrive, the first band starts. First was Tourist. They were awesome. We were right in the front of the entire floor; Ahahaha! Second was Suspect, who were also pretty good and we still had excellent.. standing.. spots.. for lack of a better term. Third, The Solution, and then someone who I can't remember their name, then.. Clutch. State of Shock, Everything After. Then after those seven (I think) was Gob! YEAH! Gob kicked ASS! Woo (Evan, lol). That was fun, and they played really well. Theo was super awesome, as were they all. And last was Finger Eleven. They were good but of course, Gob was better. So... I bought a Gob t-shirt, right? Twenty five dollars. This is where the fun began. After the concert we went to the nearby sky-train station and waited in line to get tickets. After we got them we went upstairs to wait for the train to come. We got on, travelled two stops, and I realized I didn't have my stupid shirt! Evan said we can go back if you want? I said, damnit, it'll never be there, someone will have taken it already. But we still went back. I really wanted that shirt! *Sad. Well, we went back, not there of course, got on the other train again to get back to where we were going. We were on the wrong route and we would have ended up going past where we wanted if we'd have stayed there, good thing Evan noticed. We got off and waited for the next one that we needed to get came. We got on and continued. Once we re-arrived at the Braid station it was ten after twelve. Our transfer passes from the sky-train expired at twelve fourty-eight, the last 169 bus came at five after twelve. The next came at one thirteen, therefore having our transfers expired! So, we took the 159 bus that would bring us to Poco instead of Coquitlam. We got off at twelve fourty five or something like that, in Poco, near Sea Breeze. Ahh! Stranded in Poco, that's what we were. We went to this pizza place that was open, bought drinks, and Evan called his mom from there. We were to get a taxi home from there. Well, that was fun. The stupid taxi man hardly spoke english and then he didn't believe Evan when he said that he'd pay once he got home so he called Evan's house to make sure they'd pay when we got there.. Meanwhile the meter was going so we sat in the damn car with the driver trying to talk to Evan's mom and the money going up and up. We ended up getting dropped off just off Lougheed there, at the Somerset turn. It cost Evan (I had no money and he payed, what a nice boy) fifteen seventy one and Evan gave him a twenty and he gave Evan four dollars back. He seemed to add like fifty cents, too, before he payed. I hate that man. I also hate whoever stole my shirt. What an idiot I am! How could I lose it like that? I was carrying it around all night! It was so neat! Twenty five dollars!! That's how much poorer I am now. Damn me! Evan walked me home, then he went home. Then I got here and talked to Reese as I began to write out this story. It took a lot longer than I meant it to. It was fun! Lots of fun. But, after it all I think we lost more than gained... Especially Evan, because... He also bought the tickets. Thanks Evan!! You're great, it was fun. I miss my shirt =(
posted by Julia @ 1:20 a.m.
