Not to take shitty photos and loose valuable goods. I was in the middle of darkness trying to load film. Mean while I'm dropping containers of film and god knows what else. I offer a jersey boys a swig of vodka and it disappeared. Should have just enjoyed the show.
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I don't really have any pictures from this night, certainly no photos of the girl referred to in this post. But I do have these super cool High Definition videos that I shot!
READ the post I'm referring to. __________________________
This is my reaction to an experience I'll refer to as the Lindsay Lohan encounter. It has nothing to do with the real Lindsay Lohan so don't get excited.
In reference to my "love letter" to a girl named "Lindsay".
Rule # 3664 of Blogging: Never Kiss and Tell.
Back in the early stages of cigaretteDIAIES-sometime around Halloween, the Eve of Halloween to be exact, I broke "Rule # 3664 of Bloggin: NEVER kiss and tell".
I was ignorant to the idea of putting peoples business on the internet. I had it in my head that somehow, someway, it would be "flattering" to write a letter to this girl that I met @ an MGMT concert. I was naive of course and ever since I posted that "love letter", I've never heard from The Girl again.
Now, let me just say, I never give up on anything. Instead I indefinitely suspend shit. All those arguments I got into with teachers during my days of schooling and to the fucking sinner that stole my I-Pod (Yes @ a Catholic school people steal), all the cops that busted me for juvenile acts of disobedience, anyone that ever wronged me or offended me-you're all my list for a serious verbal slaughtering, just wait until I get my chance.
The same goes for everything else-so with that said, I'm not COMPLETELY over ANYTHING!
Now, about the "love letter". I know I come off as desperate, maybe supperfcial or shallow in someways? But let me tell you, I'm a passionate guy, a guy that would give ANYBODY that cared the "time of day", so I'm sorry if I come off so "emotional". In my own defense, like everything in my life, that "love letter" was an over DRAMATIZATION!
And for the love of humanity and peace of mind, all I wanted to know about that girl was three things. Her last name, her age, and what she did for a living. That's pretty much it!
If I had to use a cliche phrase to desribe that night, I'd probably say something like, "that night was alll a blurrr man" (in my stoner voice). So just maybe, for all I know, the night of MGMT pt. 2 was just a fucking hallucination, suppose I never made it to the concert. It was dream like (a symptom of DPD); sneaking into a venue, meeting a girl, NEVER seeing OR hearing from her again!
"How did you get in?"
"I snuck in" I said with the biggest grin smeared across my face.
"Awww, WOW! That reminds me of when I was 16 and I used to sneak into shows-how old are you"
So maybe I didn't go to MGMT. Maybe I was in my room, riding the wild wind as I like to put it and MGMT never did that cover of "Girl Just Wanna Have Fun", and they weren't dressed up as mariachis, and I didn't meet that girl, and she didn't give me her number. Maybe this girl was wealthy and she thinks I'm trying to use her for her money. Maybe she was in fact Lindsay Lohan and she doesn't have time to answer my calls. Maybe she's pregnant and she just gave birth to her child. Maybe she has kids and she doesn't think I'd be a responsible father. Maybe she has a fake leg and she thinks I'm just trying to get a story for my blog about how I got with a hot one legged chick(I know someone that's gotten with a hot one legged chick sooo).
Maybe writing this blog will only make things worse, and I should stop.
So this is my reaction to my honesty:
"Honesty gets a man nowhere but, the truth"
But I do apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable.
The ferry tale first date? Haha. How cliche could the circumstances be.
"Hey don't I know you from somewhere?" Great pick up line, huh?
No, I really did think I knew you from somewhere. Did you ever see Vampire Weekend peform @ Central Park(click), during Summerstage? In retrospect I don't think you looked all that familiar, I guess that was just my way of saying, "Hey, you're beautiful"
MGMT seemed to be the perfect back drop to our romance. There were moments when I had to let the music play out in the back of my head, I was too fixated on either you or my camera. I was unaware of my sorroundings, blind to the hundreds of people around me, ignorant to any sense of morality. It was me, you and the music, that's it. I felt like everything else was irrelavent, and that MGMT was just performing for me and you, it was our little soundtrack to love.
Crazy that we're both from the CT! I usually meet people that "have family in CT" but rarely meet a Connecticut native. I bet you're so stoked to be out of this state, it's great and all, but doesn't compare to NYC.
How's Pratt? I've met a bunch of kids that go to Pratt and they all seem to be the same. I know you wouldn't consider yourself to be a hipster but in my book you most certainly are, HAHA. Not a Manhattan hipster like me, but a Brooklyn Art Student Hipster. Everyone that goes to Pratt seems to have the same attitude, the same aura about them: chill, down to earth people, that seem almost alien outside of their natural habitat of Brooklyn, NY. It's weird how you live in the city, go to school in the city, but you're not even familiar with Webster Hall.
Anyway, enough psychoanalyzing. Hope you enjoyed Justice.
Hit me up if you ever read this.
EDIT: THE INTERNET IS FUCKING CREEPY! I found a picture of you on someone elses blog, looks like you were front row @ Justice? That's illl man!
Read more! To the trippy kids that lost their tickets,
What the hell kinda drugs were you two on? I saw one of you get denied entrance for being "too intoxicated"? You also said you lost your ticket for the show. I didn't have the heart to tell you but I saw someone pick up a ticket right outside of the venue. I was so pissed because it was on the ground right where I was standing! This little Asian guy got lucky. I thought about being like, "Hey, did you just pick that up off the ground...THAT's MY TICKET!" but I'm not that much of an asshole.
"You guys just wanna rush the door?" Classic.
The plan fucking worked, for me atleast! I doubt you got in (you the tall skinny one wearing a tshirt in 40 degree weather) but you'll be happy to know that you were the perfect decoy for me to sneak in unnoticed. I was so fucking amped when I slid by that person collecting tickets, what a fool proof fucking method! The bump and grind ill call that one. What a flawed system they have @ that Webster Hall, you can get into the venue with out having a ticket and then all you gotta do is get by the two people collecting tickets, SMH.
Last night I saw MGMT @ Webster Hall. The night began with me sneaking in the front door for free and ended with me walking out on Justice. My night was ALL about good/bad timing. Good timing to sneak in through the FRONT DOOR. Bad timing leaving Justice @ 12:30am?I met soo many people last night but forgot most peoples names, bare with me please.
It was a night of timing. A night of excitement. The eve of halloween and I find myself having a lucky one @ that
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