phoenix.

america west arena
wednesday october 5th 2005

for the first time on our green day trip me and dorian had general admission tickets... floor acess... little red wristbands that give one permission to run around and smash into a whole lot of other people with little red wristbands.

and even though there were little kids and old people all over that arena floor there was only one person being physically held back from the fray... and it was me. and the holder back was dorian.

we were still up pretty close, over to the far side near to the aparant protective powers of the low barrier wall. i was closer to the stage and the band than i have ever been at a green day show, or maybe it just seemed that way because of all the short ten year olds. i knew i could get closer though, i could see the wriggle room to get up to the front and be close enough to reach up and touch billie joe... but every time i took a step in the direction of the stage i was grabbed by the waste band (albeit the elastic maternity waste band) of my pants and dragged back to the safety of the wall.

becky nelson suggested that i get a metal collander and strap it over my belly as baby armour.
im starting to think its a good idea.

the show was great. the best so far. and im sure its because being down on the floor makes the whole thing seem more real and exciting. like, maybe they'll see me in the crowd and fall in love with me and take me away with them forever and ever. or... maybe i can catch a guitar pick... something... anything...

were in vegas tonite. we have floor tickets again.
ill let you know if i am able to escape this time.

k.

cold turkey is getting stale
tonite im eating crow