So, I did go. whoah- it's 3 in the afternoon? on saturday? when is saturday?
So I convinced myself that it was okay to charge a last minute plane ticket to an emergency credit card that MY PARENTS pay for with an extremely high interest rate. I know. I am VERY GOOD at justifying things to myself. but just wait for the story and you will see why it's worth funding me to live as free as I want to be. <- unintentional 311 reference
So this all began when I sold my tickets to the show. Okay, done. Hands clean.
Then I find out that MTV was hosting a guest correspondence contest, shipping out a fan to see the show, holding interviews, tickets to the parties and whatnot... all of it.
Normally, I would NEVER do anything like this, mainly because I don't care enough about anything to 1. publicize myself based on fanaticism or appearance 2. Talk to people in the most contrived and limiting manner 3. crush dreams. I just want the music...
(3 is in reference to many things: one being a panel/seminar of John Waters I saw in Ashbury Park, NJ. He has a sharp eye, sense of humor, and holds knowledge, but I can not bear to bypass his extreme elitism for those things... I am in flux)
So here is my video. It's fitting, thats why I was willing to submit it. I even got people who really really don't care about 311 to watch it, and comment on an appreciation for the band. (ha ha)
Here is the video:
If possible, see the other contestants on your.mtv.com... a lot of them are very very sweet. (search 311, errr)
alright, so day comes, I lose. I felt it before the results were publicized.
But I did receive a message from another fan of sorts, appreciating the video and attempt. It was very very nice, and pretty much, in the end, said to no matter what, be in vegas. That in itself I brushed off. I actually stupidly brushed off everything this person said to me, every compliment, every bit of advice, hints, all of it. I already felt the failure hit, so i didn't give a fuck... if my 'last chance' failed me, then fuck the mtv world.
my shirt smells like cigarettes.
but, as it goes, with me and these boys, I can't not see them any chance I can get.
Monday or Tuesday I bought my plane tickets out there-
no regrets at that point.
next day, SCROUNGED the internet for any ticket i could afford, then when that started sinking, any ticket at all- huge mistake.
I won 2 different tickets off of ebay and one email response from the band bulletin board. moments later my twitter informs me they released more tickets on ticketmaster.
third row. right next to tim. I was so close I was practically standing right next to them. destiny? (i cant decide the placement of that word in this section of text ticketmaster thing or placement of seat?)
For once I did not feel uncomfortable at their acknowledgment of each others presence.
I had my moments of thrill... and on top of that, I have my memories that I will keep to myself.
All in all, it was awesome. It didn't even feel like 6 hours. It felt like 45 minutes. (their normal sets feel like 15 minutes)
but I felt it as I was lying next to the guy I was sitting next to in the venue and falling asleep from exhaustion as we talked. and I'm sorry, my ass can talk forever. He was an interesting cat... my thoughts and memories I will keep to myself, but things were fine.
he was nice, he let me crash there while holding no expectations. granted I can tell by his moves he wanted things to happen, but I'm sorry, Im not that insecure. it was fine, nice guy.
I did feel like a make-out bandit this weekend though. oddly enough. I usually play the friend role and avoid further communication later, but I can count making out with... two, possibly three people that night.
oddly enough, the one person I would have liked to make out with, I did not.
Next morning, show neighbor left early in the morning, so i was dropped off on the strip with my backpack (that is all I had- and now I want to be a "grifter"/ nomad/gypsy) and wanted to find a nice little brunch spot where I could sit and drink coffee and read. But then, in the distance, i see a fatburger.
then it hits me... I am on the west side... (I found del taco, and I saw someone with In and Out... ) I was fucking content.
In any case, veggie burgers at fatburger are not as good as a greasy meat pattie. I almost gave up my vegetarianism for it. I seriously considered it. I sat by a plug, near the condiments station to charge my phone (that I later lost) and ate my meal.. A guy comes in and chills for a while, standing at the counter. he was there for like, 5 minutes before someone noticed him and helped him... then he ordered like nothing was wrong. he was that super chill. he comes over and takes his condiments. I see he dresses like a stoner from NY, in warm, layered urban gear in earth tones. His shirt said "amsterdam cafe, toronto, canada" with an psychedelic/ art noveau chick on it. I took a shot in the dark and said, "happy belated 311 day". He looked at me, smiled and said, "thanks, I didn't go to the show though." Conversation ensued.
We spent the entire day together, walked the strip from Mandalay Bay to the Sahara (only to find out where I was looking for was right past where we were) but we wanted to not be walking. I love the desert. In any case, we talked, we didn't talk, we just sat, we rode the bus, we were awkward people together just coasting the day with some company. I found out his life, where he lives, as he did with me, then we drank coffee and went to the beach where we met up with his friends who I also got along really really well with. This fellow and I clicked more and more as the day went on, and as we went to the bar to get drinks, he sang/rapped me 311. Apparently, this really really shy guy likes to sing his vocal chords. on top of that, he likes 311, but doesn't like the crowd, so he didn't want to go to the show. but he was in vegas anyways.
We spent the entire day together, had fun, and exchanged info for further relaxing and silly co-existence. he was easy to be spontaneous with... 2 chill people with no holds = good times.
so yeah, flight flight, i was drunk and on valium, ate the food I brought plus local chocolate, and slept on both flights. made it home okay. here I am. I came home with literally change in my pocket. I think i did well.
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