octette

warped tour.

the doors were at 11 AM and the bands were supposed to go on at noon.

annie and i arrived just exactly at 11, and as we got out of the car we could hear the strains of the delicious cobra starship… except what the fuck? they were not supposed to be on stage! well, fuck you too, warped tour. instead of waiting on line to get our press passes and shit, annie and i marched across the lawn with our cameras and clung to the chain-link fence, and watched/listened to cobra starship.

we actually, despite this forlorn picture, had a decent view of the band (excepting nate and vicky-t) and the crowd.

cobra starship was seriously the only band i actually wanted — nay! NEEDED — to see, so after that i just followed annie around. we took glorious pictures of the amazing (pls to read that as sarcastic fr rl) fashion choices the people attending made, and asked everyone who they were there to see. 99% said paramore; the 1% that did not say paramore said “everyone!” of course. there were a couple of real dude-like dudes who said “katy perry” which is nauseating, but wot-evah.

after about five hours, annie and i were totally beat, so we hung out for jack’s mannequin, and then pinker tones, and then we booked. (turns out there was hardcore shenanigans during the gym class heroes set later in the evening that we unfortunately missed, but who cares? I SAW COBRA STARSHIP.)

i have a suntan. it’s pink, but it’s not quite a burn.

i just. i don’t know. it was an overwhelming and totally fun day, but i am glad that every day is not the warped tour.