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It's here! At last!

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.



Time to isolate myself from the outside world.

Until the end... good night... and good luck.


Shhhhh!

Roonil Wazlib

Hurry Potter!

Since yesterday, I've been living under a rock when it comes to news sites and the like. Some jackass leaked pictures of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on the net and now everywhere I turn it's "Harry Potter leaked! See what happens!" and "Read the possible endings of the book!"

I wish this world wasn't so full of assholes. Honestly, why would someone want to ruin something for so many people. Or maybe I should blame my constant need to avoid spoilers and see things fresh. I'm the same with movies that I care deeply about. Seeing too much of an anticipated thing leads to less enjoyment. I find things are far worth the wait.

So dammit, this Saturday can't come fast enough. For the past two books, I've gone to Borders at midnight to pick up the books, but this year I'm so daftly paranoid of some jerkoff getting the first copy, flipping to the end, and yelling "HARRY DIES!" (or "HARRY LIVES!" for that matter) and killing it for everyone. Of course, I'm sure everyone in the bookstore would kill that jerkoff; thousands of anklebiting kids gnawing his spoiling limbs off. Hell, now I'm kind of sad that I'll miss that; a live man getting ripped to shreds. I'm sure there'll be other times for that.

Where was I? Oh yeah, so instead of risking it, I pre-ordered my book off Amazon, which should be delivered Saturday afternoon; at which time I will lock myself in my room and read read read till my eyes bleed. It's an ambitious task (finishing the book over the two day weekend) for myself since I read at such a slow rate, but I think I can do it. Headaches be damned, I will finish before I rejoin the populous on Monday morning where all dangers of ruining the ending will cease to exist. Of course, I'd probably have to stay in the hospital for a week to Reparo! my eyeballs, but it'll all be worth it in the end.


Neosporining my eyes,

Ricky

Calimigos With Amigos

There's no denying my fondness for large family activities. Each year, my company throws a family picnic usually held at a theme park. This year, at the moans and groans of many employees, they decided to have a genuine old fashioned company picnic at Calimigos Ranch in Malibu.

Since three of us work for the company, we were able to wrangle up 18 tickets total for barbeque and fun. So who went? The entire Martini family (sans a working K-Mart), The Yepsups!, Lindz, Missy Elliot Girl (MEG), Agent J, and of course Mother and Father Routes and Timotei.

The trip out there is long and it isn't necessarily beachside like I figured in my head. It was up in the hills; a secluded piece of heaven that smells more of a 4th grade camping trip than a wedding reception (as advertised). I rode along with The Yepsups! with Agent J while sipping a Robeks Green Tea Sensation smoothie (my third in three days straight and I paid dearly by having my dump come out green. I don't think it's been that color since I was a toddler eating Gerber Spinach & Peas).

When we finally got there (traffic out the wazzoo), after a quick piss in a stall next to Auntie C who failed to notice the "Mens" signage on the door, Agent J and I went to climb the Rock Wall (I got up three times and it's a lot harder than the blokes on American Gladiators made it look) and paddle on the Paddle Boats (in a murky pond swimming with tadpoles and crablike spiders). Five minutes on those waters and we were out of there.

Then we grabbed some grub and met up with the others. Mostly it was Agent J and me doing the various activities (including the world's fastest spinning ferris wheel). We ran into my boss and his kids at the Water Balloon Launchers. That was fun. It was weird hearing my boss chuckle at those who couldn't launch the balloons far, but I joined alongside him.

And to show what a small world this Earth is, my boss's wife recognized Agent K and said "I didn't know your parents worked for this company!" to which he replied "They don't. I'm here with my cousins." Then as she saw Timotei behind Agent K, she realized "WHOAMOTHAWHATTHE?" It turns out that Agent K played soccer for a few months with my boss's eldest son. And actually, my boss and his wife know Razor Ramon and The Debster. So, yeah, that was kinda odd how that worked out, but nonetheless cool.

So although it was initially disappointing that we weren't spending time at a theme park for our annual company event, their intentions proved to be worthwhile. The company event coordinators wanted to have our coworker families spend more time together and in forcing us, I had a great time chillin' (wrong word of choice since it was scorching) with everyone.


Sunburnt,

Ricky

Misfortune Cookies: The Graduate

As I said before, redeye flights lead to days wasted. But at least it wasn't miserable.

It turns out that our flight delay kind of worked to our favor.

You see, when last I went to Florida with Erico Suave, Angel Wing Jasmine, and MacArthur, we redeyed and arrived in the early morning. Check in times at hotels are always in the afternoon, but we had hoped that they had some extra rooms for early check in. They didn't. So that first day was miserable being dirty and stinky and oily and grimy.

Holla! We were originally due to land in New York at 8 AM, but because of the 4 hour delay, we landed at noon. It was hotter and muggier than hell as we stepped off the plane. We traveled via subway to the hotel which was to be a simple 2 transfer route, but ended up being a whole backtracking incident due to construction. They're always constructing! So after 2 hours on the subway, we finally got to the hotel and it was check in time! We blasted that AC and showered like myopic pigs.

And that was pretty much Day One of our trip. We walked around a bit looking for something to eat and settled on some very delicious looking-yet bland tasting Cuban food. And we met up with Ellvin Kelvin who stayed with us that night. But that was pretty much the day.

And that's when the trip started to go by the books.


Just like zat, the next day brought Ellvin Kelvin's graduation. The day started early with a free breakfast at the school. After meeting some of EK's friends and professors (including one who was so dedicated to his students that he would go in search of struggling students at libraries and nearby studyspots before a major exam to offer assistance), we journeyed to the theater for the ceremony.

Now usually I zone out during ceremonies like this, but since Ellvin Kelvin's girlfriend Amazing Grace was the Student Body President, she had to give a speech. And though her address was riddled with eye jokes that only an optometrist could understand, it was enjoyable. But the guest speaker that took the podium after Amazing Grace was horrid; his actually felt more like a lecture that would not end.


But we endured and witnessed with our own eyeballs Ellvin Kelvin and Amazing Grace become doctors. It was actually very cool and surreal. Ellvin Kelvin is a doctor! I can finally get that free pair of colored contact lenses I've wanted since high school!


After the graduation, I was tapped on the shoulder by a very old (old as in "haven't seen in a while") friend Krystal Baller. Not to harp on the past or anything, but she and I went to a Sadie Hawkins dance together and really, we hadn't spoken in like 10 years. It's hard to believe it's been that long. She goes to the same school Ellvin Kelvin attended in New York and she figured I'd be at the graduation. She said it was easy to pick me out of the crowd because I hadn't changed a bit. Ah ha, friendly smile disappears. Is it really swell to know you haven't changed at all? I mean, hello! I've been working out like, what, once every two weeks? Did she not notice these guns? NRA 4eva!

And when everything had wrapped, we went to Saigon Grill for dinner; our family and Amazing Grace's family together 4eva. And here's the tricky part: Father Grace excused himself from the table after the fourth dish or so arrived and took care of the bill. That was very nice of him because it had to have been expensive! And truth be told, it wasn't that great of food. I suppose it's as good as fusion American style asian food can be, but when you have the real stuff, you ain't not never gon' go back playa!


All in all, it was a very nice evening and we really enjoyed Amazing Grace's family. We hope we made an equally good impression, though I'm 96% sure that we were seen as cheap since we didn't arm wrestle over the bill. Just kidding.

So graduation is nice and all, but when you're in New York, you see plays and shows. And I saw a bunch, but I can't get into that now. But rest assured, I'll admit that I'm very embarrassed that this trip report is taking over a month to tell, so I promise I'll end it soon. Really.

To Be Continued.

Se7en

It's days like today that force me to write a blog because these types of days will never again happen in my lifetime. July 7, 2007.

7-7-7.

If only I could see that in Vegas! Humina humina cha-ching!

But seriously, there's no real substance to this entry; just me seizing an opportunity to log in the fact that, yes, I was alive during this momentous occasion and, yes, I was aware that it was a spectacular day in history. How spectacular is it, you ask? Well for one thing, I charged my phone today. That's pretty awesomastic. I also ate a creampuff. Pretty sublime, I'd say. Oh, and a churro. Gimme props yo.

All-in-all, today was a pretty spontifurific smizithon. And if you don't know what that is, then maybe YOU need to read up on your Battlestar Galactica! Nerd.

In other news, went and saw Wicked again. 'Twas good.


Beam me up,

Ricky

Fore!

Not that I've golfed... ever, but you try thinking of a new blog title each time.

The reason fore! this entry is my BIG blogiversary! Yes sirs, it's been four tragical years of talking about absolute nothingness and I'm cool with that.



To celebrate, the lovely K-mart introduced me to GREEN TEA SENSATION smoothies at Robeks. Yes, after ordering several smoothies that have all tasted the same (like JELL-O mix), I've been shown something absolutely brilliant at that store. It really is so damn good. I am officially excited that a Robeks is opening in the building where I work.

Yet, this little blurb about Green Tea smoothies doesn't seem adequate enough to be the blog of my blog's fourth birthday. But like the bad parent I'm bound to become in the future, my blog child can suck it for all I care. I'm cool with it.


Singing the song of purple summer,

Ricky

Misfortune Cookies: Flight Entertainment

Where was I? Ah, yes. The plane flight.

Unless you've been living under a rock for the past 40 years, you'd know that I don't sleep well on planes. Not even on redeye flights. And actually, in general, I preferred redeyes because it feels like no time is wasted on a plane. But really, when you think about it, they're not that cool. Once you land in the morning, you are DEAD TIRED. In most cases, you can't check into your hotel until the afternoon, so you smell, you feel lousy, your T-Zone bubbles up, and in general, all you want to do is sleep. I guess for those who can sleep just dandy 40,000 feet in the air, redeyes are great and refreshing and you really don't lose any time. But for us nobodies, all we want to do after we land is hit a nice bed and pass out. So in essence, I lose a day anyway.

But back to the plane flight. I know my last Misfortune Cookies entry was two blogs ago, but try to remember that since we rushed to the plane station after the concert and stuffed our faces full of wontons along the way, I had no time to brush my teeth, wash my face, get all comfy, all that good stuff. My only saving grace was the little line of dental floss I pocketed earlier.

So there we was waiting for the plane to come and I went, "Hey! I loves me some floss right about now." And I sent a signal from my brain down my right arm and to my hand, bought it down to my pocket, knocked and entered, dug around and pulled out nothing but minty lint. That sounds like a cool band name: The Minty Lints. Could this have been the last straw till a complete and utter breakdown? Nah, I hate to floss anyway. BUT now I was stuck with wonton junk chillin' between my enamelous region.

Whatever! thought I. And I signaled to the feet to carry me to the bathroom and rinsed my face off. Airport handsoap does wonders for the pores.

The airport was nice enough to give us some Wheat Thins and water, books and magazines, but I wasn't into that. I had my wonderful survival kit. I pulled out my iBook and searched for a free internet signal, but cheap ass Los Angeles doesn't offer anything for free. So I was SOL there.

After playing some Nintendo DS for a bit, I dozed off in the most uncomfortable sleeping position this side of the Milky Way. Body bent. Neck twisted. Arms dismembered. Toes curled. But sleep I did and woke up every 20 minutes or so. And at one time, a fart, which came 3 millimeters from escaping my cheeks, woke me as I clenched. Those suckers can't get away so easily.

The plane arrived! Man, the people getting off the flight didn't look too happy. I'm sure their loved ones picking them up were even less thrilled. Let us on! They let us on.

Father Routes, Mother Routes, and Timotei booked their tickets first and got a row all to themselves like a perfect loving family. As the bastard child, I sat across the aisle in the same row. A nice elderly couple (though the wife at first looked like a major be-otch) sat in the inside seats next to me. Directly behind my family was a row of young children who had to have been 7, 6, and 2 1/2 years old. They were all sound asleep, but it was going to be a 7 hour flight. Do the math.

It's nice to sit on the aisle because you are free to move about the plane as you please. However, I became more concerned with the elderly couple next to me. So, I was not able to sleep well. Every few minutes, I would wake up to make sure they didn't need to pass through. Of course, once I let my guard down, the old woman tries to squeeze passed my legs and wakes me up. I kept an eye open so that when she came back, I would let her back in easily, but MAN, that lady took forever in the bathroom. After she came back, I figured that the man would have to go next, but for hours nature didn't phone him. Three hours later, he finally asked me if he could use the facilities. I let him through with no fuss.

Ahhh, finally! With their bladders both emptied, I was at last free to relax.

Cue the 2 1/2 year old child. He awakened and was restless. The mother tried to get him to calm down, but he wouldn't have any of that. He fought his seatbelt and contorted into the bendiest positions to find comfort. For the last hour of the flight, he whined and bitched and squealed.

So by now I was fully awake; there was no use trying to sleep now with the flight ending. And the kid was still fussing. So here we were coming in for a landing and I thought to myself, "I'm going to enjoy this kid shit a flippin' brick when we touch down."

The plane hovered over the landing strip and... BOOM! The wheels touch the ground. The whole cabin shakes. And the wittle baby brat's eyes flew wide open. The kid shut his mouth and looked at me with eyes of complete terror. And I laughed! I loved it.

You're probably thinking by now, it's been three blogs into this trip report and we're only now getting to New York! What the hell happened in NEW FLIPPIN' YORK BE-OTCH?!

I'm glad you asked because next time, I will tell you. And actually, things honestly started to look up.

To Be Continued.

Bee Negative

I realize that I'm in the middle of my super New York saga, but I had to interrupt in order to talk about something current. A long time ago (current?), after buying movie tickets from, *shocker*, movietickets.com, I was asked if I wanted to be added to a list for invitations to movie preview screenings. What the hell, right? I joined.

I got a few invites; Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson movies and whatnot. But all these screenings were pretty far away (whereever the hell Thousand Oaks is). Last week, however, an invite arrived for a screening in Brea. The email said it was a brand new animated movie from the people who made Madagascar. I RSVPed.

Now, anyone who knows me knows that I'm a huge animation fan. I'm just not a fan of Dreamworks stuff. I've only seen Shreks 1 and 2 and Antz. Any of their other stuff never appealed to me. You can only take so much pop culture jokes and crap.

Well anyway, today, when we got to the theater, there was a lot of buzz that we were seeing Ratatouille! And as immediate as a wallaby nibbling at your pits, a representative squashed those rumors with "It's not Ratatouille people!" It really sounded like, "Don't get your hopes up... it's only a Dreamworks film."

There were two showings available, one for guests with kids and the other for adults only. We saw people exiting from the first screening and they didn't look too ecstatic. Not too long after, we entered the theater, but not before going through a metal detector. NO CAMERAS ALLOWED! We got it.

Some Dreamworks rep stepped in front of the theater and told us that we were one of the very first audiences to see Bee Movie starring Jerry Seinfeld. This garnered tepid applause. Actually, "tepid" is too strong a word. And perhaps "applause" isn't the right word either. Her announcement received a few claps. I myself was hoping we were seeing Kung Fu Panda, but beggers can't be choosers.

The lady also warned that the movie was very far from finished and to use our imaginations, BUT she guaranteed that everything would be perfect when it hits theaters at the end of this year (good luck with that).

So if you can't tell from my tone by now, I really didn't like the movie. But let me tell you about the plot first.

Bee Movie is about a bee named Barry who has just graduated from whatever schooling bees go through. He's about to pick a job, but for bees, once you pick a job, you're stuck with that job for the rest of your life. So, before making that monumental decision, he decides to see life outside the hive. He ends up in an apartment and saved from being squashed by a woman named Vanessa. He becomes infatuated with her and decides to thank her (talking to humans is a very big no-no). He talks to her, she's surprised, they start talking about stuff. I don't want to ruin everything, but things end up where Barry sues the human race and then there's a big ecological message and it's over.

So why didn't I like this movie? Firstly, the animation feels very dated. Yeah, 90% of the movie was done in animatics or sketches, but there were many parts that looked complete. And judging based on these segments, it looks like the same stuff they've done years ago. The humor has some of Seinfeld's dry wit in there, but a lot of jokes fall flat. The entire movie just has a "been there/done that" feel. It just seems like the same old Dreamworks. As I checked my watch numerous times through the movie, I kept saying to myself "nobody asked for another bug movie."

Granted, the only thing I thought was refreshing was the whole bee/human love angle. Yes, it's ridiculous, but I thought it was pretty delightful, fresh, and promising. But the story veers from that and goes into boring territory. And don't even ask me about the preposterous airplane climax. Or why a "Bee Larry King" is supposed to be funny. I mean really, just slapping "Bee" in front of his name is supposed to be clever? And then there's the fact that all these animals are talking and no one seems to care. With Dreamworks, it's like they do anything for a joke. Who cares about consistency and logic. This is the same reason I don't really care for Family Guy much. It's funny, sure, but there's no real continuity there, so I could care less about the characters.

Yes, there were some funny bits, like dead bugs on a windshield, a bunch of bee puns, Patrick Warburton; I think that's about it.

After the movie, one lady behind me thought it was just fantastic and so funny. The fellas next to me thought it was merely okay, but not that funny and kinda boring. The family on the other side of me thought it was dumb and dull. We all had to fill out a survey and on mine, I honestly rated the movie pretty low. But I think it might score well with critics because the story is so out there and it's definitely geared toward adults. I mean, with Jerry Seinfeld yapping throughout the entire thing, you'd have to love him in order to get through this film.

Then again, this movie was a stark contrast from Ratatouille from Disney/Pixar, which I saw last week at a nationwide sneak preview. Ratatouille was so original, so beautifully and lushly animated, and cleverly funny. I saw it a week ago and have been thinking about it all week. I can't wait to see it again next Saturday.

So anyway, unless they drastically punch up the story and the animation gets eye-poppingly gorgeous, this movie should fizzle this winter.


Going back to our regularly scheduled program,

Ricky

Misfortune Cookies: Flight Night

If you're just joining us, we last left when our heroes sped down the 60 freeway from a concert to catch a redeye flight.

When you fly the redeye, you should do all your pre-bed rituals pre-trip-to-the-airport. Having thought I'd have more time after the concert, I had packed just about everything in my luggage, yet left out my toiletries. I was to brush and floss my teeth and wash my face, then toss everything in a plastic bag which goes into my luggage--zip 'er up and go. Then I had my laptop bag in the Family Room next to my final checklist. It was a well organized set up.

However, when we got home, we found our bags already loaded into my uncle's truck, ready to go. But they did not know my plans to toss my toiletries in there, so I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and pulled out a line of dental floss and pocketed it for later--ran down to some hot wonton packed for the car ride--grabbed a sweater, my camcorder, my camera, my wallet, and my phone. So basically, I'm carrying a billion things out the door and into a cramp truck.

Relief fell upon me as we pulled away from the house. We had made it, sort of. It didn't happen as ideally as I would have wanted it, but we were safely on the way to the airport for our flight.

We ate like little Bruce Lee boys on the way. Then halfway to the airport, a feeling of forgetting something.

"Did you guys load my laptop bag?" I asked and received silence in return.

That bag, my friends, was my sanity. I get really antsy on planes (and long car trips). I need a survival kit, so to speak. In my bag was my iBook, Nintendo DS, iPod, and magazines.

It was too late to turn back and get it, so I sucked it up and accepted that I could get through the flight and vacation without entertainment.

So we arrived at the airport and I moped into the terminal. We only had 50 minutes till our flight and the check-in line was huge! There was no way we'd get to the front in time. Then, the gentleman in front of us pointed at the scrolling LED message above the check-in counters:

FLIGHT XX DEPARTS AT 2:35AM.

Was I reading that right? It couldn't be true. Sure enough, the lady at the counter announced that due to thunderstorms, our plane was late to leave New York.

A sucker punch to my gut and a little voice firing off in me like a boiling kettle "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS I COULD HAVE STAYED AT THE CONCERT I ONLY GOT TO SEE ONE SONG I RACED OVER HERE ALL THE PANIC AND PRESSURE AND WORRIES ALL FOR NOTHING I COULD HAVE SEEN RUFIO DAMMIT!!!!!!"

Needless to say, I was furious. It was fate's way of letting me stick around for that once in a lifetime moment and I blew it! If only I had believed in the miracle that the flight would be delayed and checked the status. It was a hard lesson learned.

So I was at the airport with nothing to do; everything was going wrong. I called my uncle Razor Ramon and asked, nay, begged him to go back to my house and deliver my laptop bag. He agreed and now I owe him and his family a nice Red Robin dinner. There was no way I was able to survive this thing without my fun stash.

And it only got worse. Our flight departure changed from 2:35AM to 4:00AM. So we checked in our bags and my family went up through security and to the gate, while I stayed behind to fetch my bag. So with four hours to burn and in the need to vent my frustration, I phoned Angel Wing Jasmine. Blabbing these details to AWJ made me feel better.

While we chatted, and she was half asleep, the gentleman who told us of the delay fell under a dizzy spell. And this got serious. He had to sit down on the luggage scale and was talking with security; his hand jittery. Suddenly, a whambulance and fire engine pulled up to the terminal. I gave AWJ the play-by-play as they whisked the man away. Apparently, the gentleman had a little too much to drink with his friends on his last day in California. Drinky. Drinky.

So to wrap things up in this saga segment, Uncle Razor Ramon came through and delivered my wonderful bag of stuff; I skipped joyously through security; was stripped searched in a dank room; rendezvoused with my family who had staked out an entire seat bench near the bathrooms; and we waited. We slept. We miserabled. We tossed and turned and bitched and moaned until 4 effing A M in the morn.

At least the flight was relaxing, no? Read on and see exactly how "relaxing" it was...

To Be Continued.

Misfortune Cookies: The Opening Act

Put away the pitch forks. I've got a perfectly good reason why I haven't been 'round these parts.

Two weeks ago, I bought a new camera and went through a shim load of drama and agony to get it. In a nutshell, I wanted to use a $100 American Express giftcard to purchase it from Amazon, but I couldn't figure out how to use it. It seems when I was about to buy, the price always jumped up from my planned price of $297. I eventually figured it out and had amazingly locked in the $297 price right before it jumped to $349. I was a happy victorious chum that night.



Which brings us to the reason I haven't posted in a while... I was originally writing a dedicated entry about how I got the camera called "My Amazon Win", but it got way too long, way too wordy, and way too boring. So I lingered on it for the longest time before I decided to scrap it.

Plus, I was in New York.

Yes sirs, Ellvin Jeremias Kelvin is a doctor! Well, not technically yet because he still has a class to make up. But close enough! We journeyed afar to attend his graduation where Amazing Grace gave a speech because of her Presidential status. But more on that later. This New York vacation has many twists and turns, so I've decided to tell it in several parts; the entire saga being called Misfortune Cookies, and you'll soon understand why.

So let's begin with something that I brought up in a past blog: The Rufio Concert Challenge. If you remember, my favoritous band Rufio played their last ever US concert on June 1, 2007 (the same night as our flight to NY). The plan was to pack early, attend the concert and hope that there weren't any opening acts, and leave at 9:30pm to get back in time to travel to the airport, no problems. So what happened?

Would you believe three fuckin' opening acts??? We got there early and the first band played at 7:55pm. Rufio didn't get on stage till around 10:05pm. I kept staring at my watch and praying that these opening bands would shut the hell up (especially the last one named Over It--man was I so "over" them--the lead singer pranced around and shimmied like a freakin' fairy). Seriously, these guys were like Neverland's Linkin Park. After three songs, the crowd was getting restless and chanting "RUFIO RUFIO RUFIO..." and the lead singer doesn't take the hint, joins in and says "Yeah Rufio will be right out after we play a few more songs." And here's the really annoying part. They wasted so much time with these stupid jokes about hanging out with Rufio and then announced that they were getting out of our hair with one last song. They played it, but then jumped into another song! I swear, I hope they go nowhere, which I'm sure will happen.

At around 9:30pm, I had lost hope, but Timotei insisted that we stay for at least one song or else we'd regret it. So that's what we did.

Rufio finally came on after a long transition set up (they took forever taping down wires, testing the mics, and tuning the guitars). Everyone was cheering. The place was a madhouse. Then, this total fat drunk fucker wedged himself in front of me. This guy was nasty times 40. He had total sweaty backfat boobs that rubbed against my arm. Then he tapped me and asked if I could give him a boost to crowd surf during the first song. I told him that I was only there for one song (and being that I was going to record it with my shiny Canon SD 800IS), I could not do it. Plus, I would have probably thrown out my back lifting that fat idiot. He went on to call me "weak." Whatever. I jumped in front of him to record the show.

Little did I know, my SD card was 1.6 or so gigabytes filled out of a possible 2.0. I had been using the SD card as a thumb drive to transfer files and left an episode of Office/Scrubs on it. So half way through the song, this is what I see:

MEMORY CARD IS FULL

With a curse and a whimper, I lowered my camera and signaled to Timotei that we should start leaving. We reached the front door as the song ended. I got my last glimpse at the band and bolted to the car. It was 10:18pm. I drove the fastest in my life and got home in 10 minutes.

Later I would find out that my video of the concert sounded like ass. So all was just terrible.

To Be Continued.