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Holy Fucking God, that concert kicked ass! It was so much fun! So fun that it's forcing me to abuse exclamation points!!!!!
Godsmack opened, and played several really good songs, and then Metallica played for almost two hours--some stuff from St. Anger and a whole bunch of their older stuff, including "Nothing Else Matters" (so people could break out their lighters and wave them around) and "Enter Sandman" (which they closed with). It was very, very hot and, of course, louder than a squadron of F-14s, but I, being a veteran of countless flat track races, had my trusty yellow earplugs (I don't care if they're not cool--I know too many hearing-damaged racers and jet-pilots not to wear them), and so escaped permanent damage.
The only negative aspect of the whole thing was that the somewhat bitchy female security guard at the front gate stole my red spiked collar (which I'm rather annoyed about, since Hot Topic doesn't usually carry spiked bondage collars small enough to fit me--I'll probably have to special order a new one). Still, seeing Metallica play was worth the loss of my third favourite necklace.
Now, of course, I'm all hyped up on adrenaline and fucked-up blood sugar (I didn't eat dinner before the concert, so I'm going on 12 hours without food), so I'm probably going to work on either my polyficathon piece or my next Creative Writing class submission.
Godsmack opened, and played several really good songs, and then Metallica played for almost two hours--some stuff from St. Anger and a whole bunch of their older stuff, including "Nothing Else Matters" (so people could break out their lighters and wave them around) and "Enter Sandman" (which they closed with). It was very, very hot and, of course, louder than a squadron of F-14s, but I, being a veteran of countless flat track races, had my trusty yellow earplugs (I don't care if they're not cool--I know too many hearing-damaged racers and jet-pilots not to wear them), and so escaped permanent damage.
The only negative aspect of the whole thing was that the somewhat bitchy female security guard at the front gate stole my red spiked collar (which I'm rather annoyed about, since Hot Topic doesn't usually carry spiked bondage collars small enough to fit me--I'll probably have to special order a new one). Still, seeing Metallica play was worth the loss of my third favourite necklace.
Now, of course, I'm all hyped up on adrenaline and fucked-up blood sugar (I didn't eat dinner before the concert, so I'm going on 12 hours without food), so I'm probably going to work on either my polyficathon piece or my next Creative Writing class submission.
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Why did that bitch still your collar?
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