Aaah, my ears are still ringing.
Well, that wasn't a total waste of a night. I get the feeling my dad was really trying to bother me a few times today (not just when we were out, but at home, in conversation. I'm not sure if he was just triying to be inflammatory, or that he's just being weirder than usual, like when he decided to bring up politics just so he could divulge his opinion that we should just bomb them all- lebanon and Iraq, since no good is gonna come from there at this point anyway.), and that's one of the disadvantages of having a parent with you at an outing. Not like there was any other choice since I don't drive and wouldn't have cared enough to go if he wasn't insisting. Still, some of the things he does are just dumb and senseless, and I never thought I'd go through that teenaged 'ew parents' phase, but when I'm eighteen years old, he could at least stand to stop being all protective-huggy. It's creepy in a way. :/
There were five bands at the place we went, a little hole in the wall; a backroom in a sandwich shop. I counted at one point to see that there were twenty five people attending, many of which included members of other bands. Since I'd come with the assumption that the place would be just a tad bigger and crowded, I abandoned the idea of putting actual thought into my appearance, and went with boyshorts and a t-shirt. Of course, with so few people there, no real crowd to get wild and jostled in, and considering the people who did attend... dressing up would probably have been the highlight of that evening.
The thought occurred to me, at which I realized that was incredibly lame, and likewise, so were the stationary attendees, nodding their heads and applying lipgloss.
So, deciding that it's all generic pop-rock is good for (And at such deafening volume, the lyrics were indiscernable, making generic emo-pop-rock tolerable for what it is; catchy beats and such), I took the loser's way out, jumped up and danced like no one was watching. My sister joined in, and through the rest of the night, we were the only people really dancing. (Some chick jumped up to the stage and air-guitared a bit, and a few other people 'swayed' and whatnot, btu that was about it.)
And like the phrase guaranteed, I don't think anyone was really watching. Either they were just too cool, or we were just so horrible that they all spared us the indignity of being stared at. I kinda wish I had been able to snag some friends along. They always have plans when I want to do crap.
Also met most of the bands. (Most of the guys in the generic emo bands were hot.
) Of course, after being introduced to all of the members of the chick-band headlining, I can't seem to bring myself to talk badly of their music anymore, since they were so nice.