THIS WAS FRIGGIN’ AMAZEBALLS! Okay, let me calm down a bit and talk. My first time was – “crazy” doesn’t come close to describing it.
I had two passes, like I mentioned earlier, and I brought my cousin’s roommate as my plus one.
We both wore black shirts and blue jeans. Kinda costume-y but hey, we looked the part. I saw kids in palazzo pants and crop tops and pencil skirts and heels. Ginormous heels. They also brought their ten feet tall boyfriends, to hold them up, so I guess that wasn’t much of a problem. And oooh, interesting fact: concerts are perfect spots, THE perfect spots, to make out/ act like stark raving lunatics/ totally make fun of yourself. Why? No parents. Dada.
Damn. Always deviating from the point. Ugh.
Guess what? Some band I’d never heard of called Girish and The Chronicles opened for The Poets of the Fall. And by the time POTF took the stage, I had a splittin’ headache. And I could hear my heartbeat in my head. Man, oh man. I’m sorry to add, I did not even last two hours. Thanks, Girish and the Chronicles.
On my way back home, we stopped at Starbucks and I lost my jacket. I actually left it in the stupid auto-rickshaw. Oh well.
That strawberry chocolate frappecino was ah-maziiiiiiing. Go try. How’s your Saturday-that-feels-like-Sunday been, y’all?