Concerts & Alcohol

My girlfriend is in love with Call the Cops. It just so happens that my friend from high school is in this band. We get word that they are playing a free show, with an open bar... AWESOME! So we make plans to go, it's all the way in L.A. so we prepared to bust a mission. Since Martha isn't 21, and neither was Amanda (a friend I invited), they decided to get a little buzz going. The drive out there was fun with them being outrageous when they accidentally got a lil drunk instead of buzzed. So we end yup getting there, and I was already a little irritated cuz they force you to park in a parking complex and charge you for it... So anyways, we get to the venue and we're standing outside. The three of us are the only ones outside, and they're telling us they can't let us in till 8:30. But get this... the open bar was supposed to open at 7:30, the band was supposed to start at 8:30, and we were there at 7:00, so we had to wait an hour and a half. Finally, they start carding us to make sure that we are old enough to drink. I tell them Amanda and Martha aren't 21, but they still want their ID's because they need to be 18, BECAUSE... They just decided they wanted to film the event, so now everyone who came had to be at least 18. Martha started to cry, and I got pissed and started walking back to the car, and we ran into Will (the guy from CTC's that I know), and we told him what went down and how we are pissed off at this place and they should never play here again. He told us to come back, and he'd try to get us in... We wait, and wait, and then their manager came out and told us what was up... He goes on saying their rules are you have to be 18, no way around it, unless she is accompanied by a parent. Luckily Will's mom looks mexican, and she was cool with acting like Martha's mom, so we waited for her to show up. While we're waiting, the blonde dumb ass bitch bouncer who is big headed and shit starts getting rude, telling us we needed to get in line. I told her we couldn't get in, we're waiting for Martha's mom, and she demanded we get in line anyways. She then told us we needed to take a picture next to our I.D., which I told her Martha didn't have one, so she told us to get out of people's way in line if were weren't ready... I almost told her off, but I didn't want to screw this up for Martha. She then went on to ask me what brand of shirt I was wearing... I had a grey shirt on that had yellow boxes that formed the shape of a skull. I told her it was an off brand, and she told me I had to turn it inside out. That really pissed me off, and by then Martha was upset again crying cuz we just want to have a good time, and this fucking place is ruining it. So i told her that we needed to go. I called up the bands manager and told him how rude they were being, and how I strongly urge them not to play again, how they made my girlfriend cry and how they should basically burn to the ground. He asked me for my address, and that he'd make it up to Martha. Thank you Call the Cops... Fuck you Swing House Recordings.

On our drive back from L.A. we agreed that we would just get shit faced and have a good night. Then Jeremy called inviting us to a party. Jeremy's my best friend, he;s like a brother to me. Thinking it was a good idea we headed over. I won't go into detail, but for the first hour it was awesome, then all shit went loose. Some people heard things that weren't said, and others saw things that didn't happen... But in the ended my ass got kicked :). I woke up the next morning with bruises all over my body, and massively bruised ribs.. Awesome I think... Anyways... I promised Martha from this day on I wouldn't drink anymore, and I'm gonna keep my word...

In other news... I've just learned some news... Some scary news... Some good news... Let's see what happens...