I love the sound you hear for two days straight: the ringing in your ears from blaring music for about six and a half hours.
I love the feeling of wanting to throw up: the excitement of going to a kick ass show.
I love the smells afterward: yours, and other peoples sweat dripping off of you.
Oh, the life in a mosh is quite great indeed!
My neck is sore. My back is sore. My legs are sore. My feet are sore. My arms are sore. I've counted four bruises. One on my ankle; swollen up quite nicely. One on each of my arms. And the last one, on my thigh.
I can hardly talk without it hurting. I sound more manly than usual.. more raspy. It hurts to cough, and laugh.
The ringing was pretty loud right after the concert. After awhile, you start to get used to it. I'm used to it now. But, it's still there. I don't mind though.
Coming home, I was still dripping sweat. My hair was soaked, as were my clothes. But, it was 12 at night, and I just wanted to get to bed. It was funny hugging my dad.. he was kind of grossed out that I was all wet on my back. I took off my shirt. I smelled it, just for kicks, and it reminded me of the concert, which was no surprise. I know, I'm gross.
I plopped down on my bed, and basked in the already happy memories for ten minutes, and then passed out.
I woke up to the stench of myself, ha ha! My room smelled like a gross teenage boy's room. I wore deodorant, and even perfume. I even took a shower that day. But in the end, that once good smell turns not so good.
My day started off great. I woke up stoked for what the day was to bring, and it all happened to be the best day of my life. Hastings held a CD signing with Mudvayne, and if it weren't for Brandon's random idea to go to Hastings and get a Sims game, I wouldn't have been there. That's where I noticed the sign.
That experience was crazy! I had to take two anxiety pills before going to meet the guys. But, that still didn't keep me from freaking out. I waited in line for about an hour and a half. But once four o'clock came, here walks in Greg, then Chad, then Ryan, and Matt. On the outside I was calm.. almost too calm. But, on the inside, I was freaking out.
I was shaking so bad, my pictures turned out blurry, ha ha! I got up to Greg Tribbett, and that's where I lost all composure.. but on the inside. I handed him my L.D. 50 CD booklet to sign, and when he said hi, I couldn't even really say it back. It came out like, "h..." No "i" at all, ha ha! He gave me the booklet back, and I said thank you.. but I doubt he heard me. I couldn't talk to save the life of me.
Then, I got to Chad Gray.. that sexy, sexy man. I stared at him. Then when he was ready to sign my booklet, I looked down, set it on the table, and slid it to him. I was ridiculously embarrassed and nervous. He looks good with bleached hair.. but that's beside the point, ha ha!
And then, Ryan Martinie. My very close second favorite bassist in the world, next to Cliff Burton.. I was starting to lose it even more. I stared at him too, in disbelief. After I slid the booklet to him, and he signed it, he put out his hand, and said, "Nice to meet you!" and I shook one of my favorite bassists hands, and said, "nice to meet you too."
Then, I got up to Matt McDonough. Couldn't even look at him. Gave him my booklet, and right after he signed it, I tried to say thanks, but I couldn't get the words out. I had lost it completely. I couldn't imagine if there were five members.. I probably would have ran off before getting his autograph, ha ha!
The signing was over.. I walked off calmly, but I was freaking out inside. I wish I would have talked to them more like everybody else, but I probably would have made myself look like an idiot. I can say I kind of met Mudvayne, ha ha!
Here are Matt, Greg, and Ryan's signatures:
But I have to say, Chad's was more original!:
Such a nice black tooth, and bullet shot he has, ha ha!
That part of the day was amazing.. But the whole story isn't done just yet. I'll blog about the concert itself tomorrow..
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