I'm disappointed in you, GCFam

I could think of no better way to spend Patriot Day than to go to the Cherry Hill and watch Benji & Joel from Good Charlotte play a little acoustic set for all the classy customers of Macy's. That's a lie. I was on the fence about attending this for days prior to it. The more I heard about it, the less I wanted to go. I know what "GCFam" would say, but at what age are you too old to go and wait around in a crowd of teenagers to see a band play in the mall? I don't exactly know the answer to that, but I definitely felt a tad silly. Especially since we got there at 4pm the day before and were the only ones there! What gives, GCFam?! Oh wait. That wasn't us. But it was someone. Two people I'm sure would tell me you're never too old to rep GC. Ageism aside, my instincts about it not being over flowing with people was right on. We took our time getting there and it wasn't a problem at all. If you spent $50, you got to meet the band. That's $25 per twin. Despite all the vests I desperately wanted, I didn't spend a dime on those mofos and thus I did not meet them. I think it's alright. I already have. And I will have to note that it was not worth $50 any of those times. If given the choice between $50 and saying hi to them now, I'd take the $50. I mean, if I'm going to pay $50 to meet someone, I want them to wash my car, make me lunch and give me oral pleasure. IS THAT SO WRONG?! Yeah, it's a little wrong. And illegal. Whatever. Your mom is illegal.

P.S. God bless America. God hug HRS. If you can ask God to bless things you can ask God to hug them. Thanks a bunch, God.

Is he lisping?

Despite the record breaking heat, Jamie and I ventured up to my second city for the Bamboozle Roadshow. Unfortunately, we missed just about every band that played the second stage. It was hot over there and we found a nice shaded, breezy spot near the water that just so happen to be near the Good Charlotte meet & greet area so we could spy a little. Well, we could have, but we just looked over in that direction and then said, "oh, look" and then went back to our business. But, oh boy, believe me, I was FREAKING OUT inside. After awhile, we ventured back into the crowd and experienced all things Bambozzle. I think what's the most bamboozling thing is the attire of the crowd. Granted, it was hot out. That being said, this show was a pedophiles dream come true. So many under age girls in teeny tiny outfits. So many brace-faced prepubescent girls in Daisy Dukes and rolled up tank tops. When I was their age, I never wore shorts. Too bad more girls aren't self-conscious about their knees and too modest to wear tank tops.


So, if you hadn't heard (or seen), we went to see Good Charlotte. Kind of a bust to go see a band you like at one of these things, though. They had a 30 minute set and played all their hits. I mean, it was a fun set nonetheless, but it's not really all that thrilling for a person that's been to a lot of their headlining shows. But, like I said, it was fun despite all that. It went by REAL fast! I did get some sweet photos thanks to the early hour of the set. Normally when we see them, it's dark. My digital zoom likes it when it's sunny. So do I :)

In other news, I have now seen Third Eye Blind play live as well. It was bizarre. Stephen Jenkins is an odd chap. You should see them. Their drummer is made of lions. No shit. True story. LIONS. Also, they played the longest version of "Jumper" I've ever heard. It was the only song I wanted to hear so I guess they really went all out. They didn't have to do that, though. I liked it the regular length that it was.

Towards the end of our night, we ran into a dapper gentleman. No idea who it was, but he was really hot ;)

Trapped outside a plastic case of emotion

"You're not Ron."