So, um, can I just say that the Brand New show was perfect? I danced like an idiot. We got there during the end of mewithoutYou's set, and realized that our seating situation was absolutely glorious, not awful like we had anticipated. We were comfortably seated with ample viewing and dancing space. Thrice played next, they pretty much caused me two seizures. I mostly texted Eric Paul the entire time about important things. After their set of memorable, moshable, emotional, intense set, I went to the merch table with my older brother to buy a precious tote. Then we went back to our seats and waited.
When the band finally took the stage, they opened with Welcome To Bangkok, the worlds most killer song, and then continued to play almost (if not) everything from the new cd, a good portion of the old CD, and... one song off the old for the encore. They didn't play the Quiet Things, that was sad. But everyone went insane for Seventy Times Seven, that was good. Good show, period. Favorite band.
Then we went back to sewickley, I ate pizza and drank my forties and stayed up by myself getting trashed and lighting cigarettes off of the burner. Fucking sucked, house was gross and cold and no one was home. But who cares, one short night out of my life, I will probably relive it in like a month. Its straight.
Enough. Bed.
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