Yesterday was just a freaking trip and a half, oh my god.
Let me preface this by saying I'm not sure if I lost my voice at all because I can't hear anything very clearly in the vocal range. Raindrops, sure, phones ringing, things falling, but you look at me and try to speak and I'm all trying to lipread because from my sister's voice to my dad's voice is all covered in ringing. (which, to reference, are the highest and lowest voices I have had a chance to not hear since leaving the concert. xD)
So where do I start. Um.
Yesterday was hectic to say the least, at work... Lots of people coming in, lots of vouchers and food pantry orders to fill. Busybusy. But Kristin and I still had time to poke about the backstories of our D&D characters, and omg have to play more. xD So excited about more playing. I'm actually kind of excited about, you know, not letting Noran die. I didn't care so much on Monday, but-- he's cute! I like him. And the 'fraternal banter' with Darrin is just too good to stop. xD
So that was that, and now... okay! After work. I got mail! All those empty imps I'd been waiting for, plus a sweet bonus bookmark because they were so late. It's very peratty, and OMFG himekokurai
I CAN MAKE YOUR MISK. U DECANT FINALLY. (If I can find the package I had ready for you, now. -_-) AND ALSO. I got a package from the lovely vash_donutangel
, oh my god, LUSH STUFF. *loves all over* Figs and Leaves and Sakura and omg! I can't wait to take a bath and use the hell out of that bomb. :3 And jesus, that sandalwood/satsuma orange/floral blend is delicious
. SO MUCH THANK YOU. ♥♥
So it took a little while to get on the road, 4:30 instead of the 12:30 we'd been planning the day before, due to a big change in who was going. As it ended up, my dad drove Shell and Ai and I up to Montreal-- we got lost at the end of it, Mapquest forgot a street and I had to go into a gas station and ask the nice man behind the counter for directions in a halfassed blend of English and French. Finally we found the place, and the line was HUGE, and it was raining and I had left my hoodie in the car, and there was a group of teenaged girls behind us very loudly and badly singing MCR songs in Canadian accents. We kept warm by plotting their deaths. xD
The venue was awkward, a sports stadium-- rather, a tennis
arena-- partitioned off into coatcheck and merch table and concessions and the actual audience area. The leading bands were okay, but god, I wish I'd thought to bring earplugs-- I think the first one was Circa Survive, and I kind of liked them even if the singer did dance like he was having a seizure. The second was Thrice, and... yeah, I kind of like their single, and the banner they had was definitely cool, but they are, um, better recorded. TOO GODDAMN LOUD.
Okay, we were standing maybe 15 or 20 feet from one of the speaker arrays. But still. The speakers were giving feedback because they were too loud. EXCESSIVE.
And then, god, the soundcheck for MCR was so long, I thought I would die. xD And then finally, the curtain dropped and it was just one long orgasm from then on. THE THINGS GERARD WAY DOES WITH HIS HIPS. I think he can only do that in Canada because it's got to be illegal in the US. The way he had the crowd wrapped around his little finger was just great. And they played all the songs I'd hoped they'd play-- not just the singles, but my favorites-- You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison, Give 'Em Hell, Kid, Hang 'Em High. And they played a new song, it was incredible
, I cannot wait to hear whatever that gets put out on. (illegal bootleg download? anyone? plzkthx?)
And then, god, the encore. I'm Not Okay. I could barely sing along, I'd screamed myself so hoarse; I could barely jump, I'd jumped so much, but I did both for that song. xD And then a big explosion of shiny silver and red scraps, and they were done and gone.
We fought our way back to concessions and paid $10.75 for two cups of water and a cup of powerade. Cups, because they wouldn't give us bottles, even though we were leaving. I drank mine before we even found my dad in the car, which took way too long because we were deaf and I couldn't just call him and find where he was, I had to send lots of txt messages. xD So, so parched. Next time I go to concerts, I'm bringing earplugs and smuggled water. For reals.
We sold the extra ticket, since Julia didn't want to come and was pitching a bitch fit. Got $60 Canadian for it, so we each got a t-shirt. xD My very first tour shirt! And, um, stopped for sammiches and drinks at a gas station before heading home, which was a quiet ride because my dad was the only one who could hear. xD
So in short, JESUS CHRIST. My Chemical Romance puts on a great
show, and Canadians are incredibly polite-- I don't even think I saw one successful mosh pit, and no deathly crush of bodies. And less smoking than at the Hammerstein. xD So, um, six thumbs up, and now I'm going to go puncture my eardrums to get this ringing to stop! :D