Better Late Than Never!

I know I'm a week late on this one, but it's not entirely my fault! The blame is shared between Me, Myself, and I! I mean, I don't know if you know this, but Me is a dedicated procrastinator! In all honesty though, I was lazy. I, Sarah Anne Fill-In-the-Blank, was a lazy blob. I didn't want to figure out how to get the pictures from Mom's camera onto the computer. So finally, Mom asked Dad to do it because she wanted me to write about the one... the only... KISS CONCERT 2010!!! I woke up at 9:30 Saturday morning, feeling that I had plenty of time before Megan came to pick me up at 11:30. But before I knew it, it was 10:30 and I still needed to shower and fold the laundry and gather up my belongings which would be necessary to survive for the next 24 hours away from home. Now, unless you don't know me, you know that it takes me at least 15 minutes to shower, and then I dawdle because after a hot shower, I feel soooooo tired and I want to curl back up in bed. Which is why I have to wake up at 5:15 on school mornings so I have enough time to shower and eat breakfast before I'm out the door at 6:33. So I rushed this shower and got downstairs with sopping wet hair at 11. I grabbed the first load of laundry and ran to the living room floor, where I began my folding frenzy. I didn't dare put my iPod on, because I didn't want to miss the pizza guy who was bringing pizza from the BEST pizza place in town. After Pizza Boy came with my "3 lb. pizza straight from Boston's North End!", I finished folding and was running around gathering up sunscreen, my camera, chapstick, socks, and an extra pair of shoes (you never know when you're gonna need more shoes). I shoved everything into my Aerie sports bag, grabbed my sleepover bag and sleeping bag, and hurled the cats downstairs just as Megan arrived.
Just to clarify- I did not ACTUALLY hurl my cats down the basement stairs. I merely used the world "hurled" as an exaggeration. No animals were injured in the pre-concert minutes.
I stuffed my many bags and warm pizza in the back of Megan's car and climbed in. We sang along to the radio as we pulled up to Sorrell's house. I don't know why, but I noticed that her shirt was a yellow that reminded me of the sun in the spring. It was a very cheery color. (I was wearing my gray shirt with the fuzzy pink music notes and my music note earrings. Plus my Mardi Gras beads. I love my beads! :-) )
For an hour, we sang more songs on KISS108 and ate pizza. I eat like I take notes- fast and messy. I had eaten three pieces by the time Sorrell finished her first. That might have been because I neglected to eat lunch in my morning rush. We arrived at the Comcast Center in record time, I grabbed ANOTHER slice of pizza to eat during our hike over to the gates (I'm a pig), and after double checking to make sure we had cameras and whatnot, we walked past the security guards with grace, dignity, and excited screams. After Megan's mom purchased us KISS t-shirts (THANK YOU MEGAN'S MOM!!!) we grabbed seats on the lawn and scouted out where all the important places were. i.e. the bathroom, the nearest snack stand, the prime spot for seeing the stage, etc. Sorrell and Megan stalker-called everyone who we knew was there, trying to get them to visit us because we were bored. Catherine and Tenley couldn't find us, but Aaron and Nick visited, much to our disappointment. :-( After trying to buy our t-shirts off of us for $75 (we bought them for $25, but I don't think they knew that) because they got here too late and they had all sold out, they annoyed the baloney out of us. And Aaron made a remark that he couldn't hear someone singing because she was "so blonde", and then this really ticked looking blonde girl in front of us turned around and went "Excuse me?" And we started hysterically laughing when her friend turned around and said "She's not really blonde. She dyes her hair, you can see her roots!" At some point that afternoon I was trying to keep my feet from getting stepped on by Nick, so I put my foot on his, and he put his other one on top of mine, and I put my right foot on top of his, which caused him to fall into someone's tray of chicken fingers and fries. He had been leaning on Sorrell's shoulder, but she moved away just as he lost his balance, and I almost peed myself laughing when he sat up with fries stuck to his hat! Oh, Nick. Your bewildered face was priceless when you looked up at me. I thought I was either going to die from the lack of oxygen entering my lungs from all my laughing, or you were going to end my life sooner than I expected. Lucky for me, Ke$ha came on right after and Aaron HAD to get down to his seat where he could see his future wife better. Who knows what would have happened otherwise.
There was some really great music, and some bands that will definitely be popular soon if you haven't heard them already. The one I remember most vividly was 2 AM Club, and although I don't remember the names of their songs, I remember that I like them a lot!
And here is the abbreviated ending to my first concert-
We ate brownies on the way home in the car (my sister had made them the night before), and we reminisced about our favorite singers, particularly Kris Allen, Adam Lambert, and Jason Derulo. ;-)
Once home, we got in our pajamas, grabbed some popcorn and fruit salad, which was weird, but that's okay because I like fruit salad as long as I'm not allergic to any of its contents, the first Shrek movie, and settled down to watch late into the night. Sorrell was asleep before the movie ended, but Megan and I, who were on the air mattress, stayed up whispering about kicking squirrels and liking it, and watching really funny youtube videos. We zoned out at 2, waking up at 9 to eat muffins and French toast. After showing Sorrell the videos from the night before, and the voice recording we made entitled "Megan Kicking a Rabid Squirrel" we packed up our bags, and after profuse thanking for taking us out the night before, departed.
Phew. I really go on forever, don't I? I find the need to expand things more than I should. But it is my duty, to you, to blog about my daily life. Or weekly. Depending on my laziness at that moment.
Love y'all lots,
Sarah