vacation was awesome. i mean... one day of it was awesome. well, maybe like two nights.

see, thursday, i had an incredible urge to go to the house of blues with liz, to have like one of those crazy cool girls night out things. so.... we're standing in line for our table, and what comes on the tv? AN ADVERTISEMENT FOR A KITTIE SHOW FRIDAY NIGHT!!! you have NO idea how happy i was.

so, later on,

liz and i decided that we just HAD to go to the concert (cause i LOVE kittie, and we thought the show would be GREAT.)

we went to the gift shop, and i got a few things... (drumsticks for sir gregulum, a candle for aagusta, "shot in the dark" shot glasses w/ the HOB logo on them, some picks, and a few magnets)

but little did i know... myrtle beach is a REALLY small town

KITTIE WAS STAYING AT OUR CAMPGROUND

!!!

so, i went over to the bassist, whom i happened to spot sunbathing at the pool (at midnight... guess it wasnt technically sunbathing). i got her autograph on a few things (random pieces of paper, greg's drumsticks, and a pick)

i decided to take them to the concert the next night, where i wanted to get those things signed by the rest of the band.

little did i know, they would all be confiscated because (according to kittie's manager) they "arent allowed to sign stuff at small shows"

THAT'S A LOAD OF BULL

... SHIT

that felt good cussing for about the first time in a week.

so, they gave me another drumstick (unsigned) and another pick (yet again... unsigned)

so, candiria was awesome, along with thine eyes weed, twelve tribes and 36 crazy fists. i mean, that is if you like "hardcore" crap

kittie sucked.

dont get me wrong, i LOVE kittie, and i always will... they just arent a great live band.

i got a picture of jennifer (as liz calls it) "soloing" but i think it might just be liz's head.

my camera got confiscated (along with a bunch of other crap, including my wallett, since it had a chain on it)

that sucked

and then i got trampled over in the pit about fifty million times, since i'm so young and small. (haha... just kidding- you know i'm a beast...) and they think i fractured my elbow, but i dont care, just like every other injury.

mom thinks i came home drunk, but i didnt have anything to drink, although beer tends to FLY in the pit, and i got DRENCHED in the crappy stuff. (red dog- the only beer they sold there)...

well, i'm off to go eat my supper.

-cryst