More Boing! More Boing! More Boing!

Yes, [Webby] did put fangirl715 (and guest) on the list for the Friday night show. And sure, I am in love with having a NIN ticket stub that has "COMP" printed as the price.

However,
I didn't then wake up next to Trent. (or Webby, for that matter - who is disturbingly cute).

Even though by Friday most of the security staff recognized us as "lady with basket of brownies and her equally harmless friend", allowing us hide untagged among the aftershow crowd, it made no difference. They were en route to NYC before the lights came up, according to the other folks in COMP row OO, whose pet roadie called them from the bus.

Some of those folks were cute too. (Although, post-NIN-concert euphoria makes almost everyone look really, Really Hot. If I'm ever easy, that's probably when. Not that this theory has been tested, alas.)

But, we left them at Central, and skipped the Muertos theme night @ManRay to try to catch the encore of the Jim's Big Ego show in Harvard. We arrived too late, the meanies. They were already packing their cars (quite a juxtaposition from the stream of NIN gear aftershow flunkies had to navigate to get out of the Orpheum.) We commiserated at Red Bones, who have a decent late menu... and a Mojito strong enough to fell a rhino.

Technically, Friday's show was better, but Thursday was my first NIN show in 5 years, and Friday was merely my first NIN show that day. Still... orders of magnitude better than sex. (Well, so far. Maybe if I could manage to do both at the same time...)

Trent's Biceps still do it for me. O yeah. And How.
Ah, brings me back to the days of yore, (usenet 1994).

More Boing! More Boing! More Boing!

Yes, [Webby] did put fangirl715 (and guest) on the list for the Friday night show. And sure, I am in love with having a NIN ticket stub that has "COMP" printed as the price.

However,
I didn't then wake up next to Trent. (or Webby, for that matter - who is disturbingly cute).

Even though by Friday most of the security staff recognized us as "lady with basket of brownies and her equally harmless friend", allowing us hide untagged among the aftershow crowd, it made no difference. They were en route to NYC before the lights came up, according to the other folks in COMP row OO, whose pet roadie called them from the bus.

Some of those folks were cute too. (Although, post-NIN-concert euphoria makes almost everyone look really, Really Hot. If I'm ever easy, that's probably when. Not that this theory has been tested, alas.)

But, we left them at Central, and skipped the Muertos theme night @ManRay to try to catch the encore of the Jim's Big Ego show in Harvard. We arrived too late, the meanies. They were already packing their cars (quite a juxtaposition from the stream of NIN gear aftershow flunkies had to navigate to get out of the Orpheum.) We commiserated at Red Bones, who have a decent late menu... and a Mojito strong enough to fell a rhino.

Technically, Friday's show was better, but Thursday was my first NIN show in 5 years, and Friday was merely my first NIN show that day. Still... orders of magnitude better than sex. (Well, so far. Maybe if I could manage to do both at the same time...)

Trent's Biceps still do it for me. O yeah. And How.
Ah, brings me back to the days of yore, (usenet 1994).