parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On A Better Note... Listening To: So Long, So Long by Dashboard Confessional Well, after visiting my Mother for the last time this season, I've had a wonderful week to write about. It starts with the second I came home from going to The Cheesecake Factory with Kelly and Alex. It was a fun time. We were at Copley and Kelly answered a random question of mine. So said "JW" jokingly. Two seconds later, Alex says "George Washinton?" Thanks Alex. You're so amazingly smart. Anyway, Sunday came up. It was the Dashboard Confessional concert. So I got picked up by Julia's mother, Jean. We picked up Mike and then Julia at the train station. We arrived at the Tsongas Arena on time and everything. But the best part was when we just entered into the Arena and I was so happy that I was there and everythng. I needed Dashboard to pick me up since I last visited my Mom. So, I am right in front of the merch desk, talking to Julia. I look up for a second, still deep into conversation, and I see this guy: blonde hair, short. He looked SO FAMILIAR! But I couldn't put my finger on it. Then, as he was right behind Julia and walking away it hit me: he was Mike Marsh, drummer to Dashboard Confessional. I froze in my sentence and said "That was him! That was the drummer!" Julia was skeptical and didn't believe. I just bolted towards his direction, but it was too late, he was gone. I went into the bathroom, he wasn't there. I then just dismissed the idea that it was him and went back to where Julia was. Then, as I was walking, I saw him again with Julia and I whispered to her "That's him, ISN'T IT!" She still said no, but then once she noticed a couple people following him. Then we looked at eachother in awe, and jumped into the stalker group. Then the drummer stopped and leaned onto a barrier to listen to the Get Up Kids and I just took a deep breath and walked right up to him and tapped on his shoulder and said "Excuse me, are you the drummer to Dashboard Confessional?" Then I swear there was a moment of complete silence. He looked at me, smiled and said "Yup. That's me!" THAT'S when I felt my legs begin to shake. I shook his hand, telling him how much the band ment to me and I knew it wasn't neccesary, but I gave him a hug. It was awsome. I asked for a photo with him and he agreed. I shot the photo, waved good bye and walked off; completly and utterly star struck. I don't think Mike Marsh really thought twice when I told him how much the band ment to me. Dashboard Confessional is my favorite band of all time and I love them so incredably much. I'm one of the bigger fans in the fanbase and I was so taken aback when I saw him. It was incredable. I found Sarah Renew and everyone sitting down and I ran to them to show tem what just happened. I was so proud to grab a picture with him. I was then taking pictures here and there: flash blasting here and there. Then, I saw another flash. But it wasn't from my camera, it was from a security guards flashlight. He came over and commanded me to take out my batteries. And then he asked me to do the unthinkable: he commanded me to delete all the photos I have taken; and one of them had Mike Marsh's face all over it. How could this happen to me? I though it was funny that the only time I got to meet my idols, I took this one photo, and now I have to delete it. Only me. My mind was racing a mile a minute. Then I thought of a brilliant idea: as I took my batteries, I also took out my memory card without the man noticing. I then pretended to be confused, I put the batteries back in and showed him that there were no pictures in my digital camera. He grunted and flew off, taking my rechargable batteries away from me. But he didn't get my photo. My one photo with Mike Marsh. I uploaded it online. And here it is the PHOTO OF MIKE MARSH AND I. The concert was amazing. I loved it so much. This was the second time I went to a Dashboard concert and even though last time was better, I still loved this one so much. I was screaming every single song on the top of my lungs. At the end of the concert, Chris threw his pick...directly at me. It flew in front of me and landed on the ground. Below my shoe. I pressed down as hard as I could and waited until everyone got up. I started leaning down when this very tall and hot gay guy pushed my foot away and snatched the pick from under me. No pun intended. I was so mad. I slept the whole ride home. My ears ringing, my legs dead, and my throat raw. I loved last night so incredably much. I am having the WORST concert withdrawls in my entire life. I hated the fact that I have to come home. I had to come back to reality. And that is EXACTLY what happened. I woke up at 9:15 to be at a meeting at my job at 9:30. The walk takes 30 minutes to get there. I was screawed. But, Hannah was home and I asked her if she could take me to Mud Puddle. She agreed and I arrived there on time, wondering what the meeting would be about. I entered the store to have one of my bosses, Kristen, at the counter. She just opened the store and she greeted me. She handed me my first paycheck since I started to work there. Then she started talking to me about how she pays us so well because she wanted workers who were responsible and reliable (thanks MCCPS). Then she straight up told me that I wasn't any of that at all and that if it wasn't for her husband, my other boss, I would have been fired already. She said I had two weeks to get my act together or else I will be fired immediatly. Thanks, you mother fucking bitch. I'm sorry I called in to tell you I wasn't going to be able to work because I was going on a small vacation. I'm sorry I forget to greet one customer when they arrive. I don't even KNOW what I did to make her hate me so much. I just don't care anymore. I'll work with a smile on the outside. I used to make $8.50 at Dunkin Donuts, bitch. I could go back there and get better pay then sit and wait for snotty grandmothers to be rude to me. I came home at 10:00, I started iTunes and clicked on my Dashboard playlist, put it on repeat and it hasn't stopped since. I am checking how far Pittsburg is from Marblehead. That's where Dashboard is next performing... 7:46 p.m. - 06-28-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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