You Never Told Me

My recent blogging history shows that I cant keep promises. Signs point to liar. Sorry, folks I have had a busy few days and Its had to keep up. So I'm now going to say that I want to blog everyday but its not my main priority in life right now, living up my summer is. I will catch all of you up with what has been going on in my recent life. On Sunday, I woke up lazily, meandered down my hall and got some Starbucks. My dad and I did are normal Sunday visit to the used car lot, and this time I drove. It was nerve-racking, but I survived. Its hard for me to tell which one is the gas and which is the break, so I would say I need more practice. Later I went to my cousins house and visited them for my cousin Cameron's birthday. She is turning 12, and I love seeing her grow up. She is too funny and doesn't even know it. Now to the good part, STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO. The best night of my life, without a doubt. It began with being picked up by the group and getting free slurpees. Super delish. Then we began our trip to San Francisco and the ride went by really fast. WE talked ska and other stuff, and before we knew it we were in the city, pulling up to the club. The line to get into Slim's was long, but well worth the wait. We claimed our spot on the left of the stage in the front. I literally had no one in front of me and could sit on the stage. I bought a Dan Potthast Baseball-tee and threw it on instantly. My love, Dan P, came out to tape the set list and he saw me and said, "Hey! Cool shirt" Me, being lame and starstruck couldn't think of anything to say and said, "Yeah!" I just about peed my pants. It was a moment I will never forget. He played amazingly and he and I made eye contact, along with the drummer. After his performance I asked for a picture and he said, "after the show." He never came back, but I am okay with just getting a sentence from him. I will get a picture someday. I took a few pictures of him and his band, so enjoy. Dan P and the bricks drum set Dan P





That ones my favorite. After him was The Wonder Years and they were gross. I hated the lead singer, and couldn't ell one song form another.
The Supervillians were next and they were really good. The drummer was one of the lead vocals, which I dug. They had a few technical problems so they talked to the crowd, and got us into the show more. I got a few pictures of the guitarist.


I loved his dreads and banana tattoo. Although, I would never get them for myself.
So for the big finale, Streetlight Manifesto came on. We just happened to stand right blow where Tom was standing and I got a picture of his holy mic.

He was fantastic, but I wish he interacted with the crowd more. He still looked fantastic. The crowd wanted to come where were standing because that's where Tom was, so we had dweedle dee and dweedle dum ramming into us for a majority of the show. Luckily we had some guys in the group to push them out of the way. It was hard for me to get a picture of them because of the constant movement but I managed to get a few.

Tom

After the show I bought a Streetlight shirt and we headed off. Of coarse we got lost on the way to the free way but we made it. Half-way through we stopped for a pee break and I couldn't help myself and take this picture with Connor.

Well it was the night of a lifetime, as you can tell. I'm off to go bathe my dog or something
As Mark Wahlburg would say, "Say hello to your mother for me."