Right idea, bad time

Last night Matt and I went to a show to see a band that I really like - Senses Fail. It's rare that any good bands come to Hawaii, so I was excited. Everything just seemed to go wrong.

I had been awake for well over 24 hours when we arrived and I hadn't eaten all day. As a result, I was already on edge. We looked for parking for 30 minutes and eventually made our way in. We got there early and stood in line for an hour or so. We had some good conversations about things like nuclear power and other nerdy stuff. We finally got into the venue, which was an outdoor thing, but in a fairly small space. We didn't have any cash, and figure that we'd just find an ATM. We asked where one was, and it was about 5 feet on the outside of the entrance. So, I went up to the guard guy and asked him if I could just get some cash quick. He said that there were no reentries and that I could either get the cash and not come back in, or not get the cash. Add one to my edginess. As a result, we couldn't drink or buy shirts or anything.

There were no seats or anything, but we managed to find a place to sit on a concrete block. We couldn't really see the stage, but we had a nice view of the tour ships coming in and out of the harbor. We listened to the first two opening bands, which were moderately okay, one we had seen open for another band and didn't really like them then. But we had fun making fun of their music and people watching. Then Matt went to find me a soda while I saved our cement block.

While Matt was gone, a security guard came along and kicked me off the block, saying that there was too much traffic gathering along the fence. I gave him a really nasty look and he apologized but said I had to move. I did and was really starting to boil at this point. Then, as soon as I got off, other people started to sit on the block, he kicked them off. This happened five times before he gave up. Now I was boiling. Matt came back and said that they didn't have Mountain Dew. I kind of exploded at this point and sent him to get a Coke instead.

He was gone for what felt like 30 minutes (didn't have a watch) so I went to look for him. It took me about 5 minutes to weave my way through the crowd to get about 100 feet. I didn't see him, so I worked my way back. My mood was lightened quite a bit when a guy came up to me, and seeing my Brewers shirt and hat, asked me if I was from WI. He was from Madison, too, so we talked for a bit.

Matt made his way back with a Coke and we watched (listened is more like it) to Senses Fail. They were alright, but the accoustics in the place were less than ideal. After they played, we went home and didn't stick around to see the last band. All in all, it was an interesting night if nothing else. :)