Let's recap the past few days, shall we?Saturday
Nine hour drive to Maryland and back to pick up my baby African pygmy hedgehog
. After much deliberation, he has been christened Nevsky
, after Saint Alexander Nevsky
Was relieved to see that my period finally came (among the many, many reasons I anxiously await my arrival at Yale is the $4-a-month birth control)
Grad party hopping with Jack, who couldn't eat anything because of his wisdom teeth extraction from the previous day. Showed off pictures of Nevsky. Drank a few beers and got my ass kicked in beer pong. Didn't even get buzzed, however. Lots of mosquito bites.Sunday
Hedgie cage cleaning (Nevsky is fond of defecating in his wheel).
Grad party de Feldmann. Depression over weight and social ineptitude. Started drinking vodka around 8. Stopped drinking vodka around 8:30. Started vomiting around 9? Continued to vomit for the rest of the night, followed by dry heaving after my stomach was emptied. Jack took incredibly good care of me. People are really nice to you when you're violently drunk! Spent most of the night writhing in my own vomit on a lawn chair. Eventually Jack got me inside and one of Feldmann's sisters was nice enough to let me borrow a clean shirt (she was shitfaced too). Jack found me a blanket with penguins on it. Apparently I kept trying to talk about calculus. Monday
Day of the Muse concert.
Day before my 18th birthday.
Woke up on a loveseat in Feldmann's basement, found Jack laying on the floor next to me. Such a sweetheart, that boy. I tried to have breakfast (less than half a plain bagel and some orange juice). My digestive system had other plans. I vow never to drink ever, ever again. Jack makes me give Feldmann's sister her shirt back... I refuse to put on my vomit covered one. Jack gives me his. Jack drove me home with no shirt on. I was amused, despite my nauseated state. Jack's mother calls and is having some sort of nervous breakdown. Jack makes me give him his shirt back. I wrap a neon green blanket around myself, call him an asshole and scamper into my house. I thank god that my father is going to be at work all day.
I assess the damage. I'm incredibly dirty. My purse (and its contents) are covered in vomit. My phone rings, but I don't want to touch it. I put on the disposable gloves I got for cleaning the hedge cage and wash it off. Everything else gets thrown into a bag for later inspection. There's a bagel waiting for me on my desk, along with $120 dollars to pay for train tickets and concert souvenirs. My father's awesome. I'm too nauseated to eat, however. I take a nap.
I wake up at 3:55. Our train leaves at 4:46 for the city. I run in the shower and get dressed as quickly as possible. I scramble to find a new bag, throw in my cellphone, some makeup, and the money my father gave me. I don't bring my digital camera because it's still covered in vomit (which, incidentally, is why I haven't posted more pictures of Nevsky). Jack picks me up around 4:25- my hair is still soaking wet. We arrive at the train station at 4:40. I run to a ticket kiosk and purchase tickets. "Peak, off-peak, what the fuck?" I don't know what the difference is and I'm freaking out that we're going to miss the train. I buy two round trip peak tickets. $52. Holy shit. Train isn't there yet- Jack's mad at me for using the machine when we could've just asked a teller. The teller tells us we should've bought off peak tickets- that would've saved me $14. Jack's grumpy because I never listen to him, because people never respect his intelligence, and me stupidly running to the machine even though he said to go to the teller made him feel as though I don't, either.
We board the train with Justin Maas, who's also going to the concert. We pick up a stray Daily Post and do a crossword to completion (Go Team Discovery!). I eat the bagel my father bought for me- slowly. I don't feel ill!
We arrive in Penn Station around 6:30 and grab dinner. I had an amazing panini called "The Russian" from the Europan Cafe (yes, Europan). Roast beef, muenster, caramelized onions, lettuce, plum tomatoes & Russian dressing. Mmm. I buy a magazine for the train ride home- Scientific American
. Scientific American Mind
is a better publication (or at least, more interesting, especially to me, a neuroscience geek)
We get to Madison Square Garden. I buy a t shirt for myself and for my brother- $60. Jack buys a t shirt too. He's so handsome. We find our seats- 7:30. Opening band, the Cold War Kids
comes on shortly after 8. I wasn't familiar with them beforehand, but they were pretty good. They play for 45 minutes. Half an hour later, MUSE COMES ON.
Oh sweet jesus.
They open with Knights of Cydonia.
It is so good. I am dancing and headbanging and singing along and I feel like the only one in my section who's doing so, although the ENTIRE Garden was standing up for the whole show.
The second song they play is Map of the Problematique, one of my favorite Muse songs of all time.
Next up is Hysteria, from Absolution- I'm relieved that they're playing some of their old stuff. Fucking amazing set list.
1. Knights of Cydonia
2. Map of the Problematique
4. Supermassive Black Hole (so much better in person than on the album)
5. City of Delusion
6. Butterflies & Hurricanes (piano, YES YES YES, I fucking love you Matt Bellamy)
8. Apocalypse Please
9. Feeling Good (oh god yes)
10. Sunburn (some old stuff, woot!)
11. Invincible (this song took on a whole new meaning singing it with thousands of other people, swaying in time)
12. Starlight (wooooot! Matt got everyone clapping for this one, so much fun.)
13. Time is Running Out (the crowd got so into this. You could hardly hear Matt singing over everyone screaming, "I won't let you murder it, cos our time is RUNNING OUT!" He let us sing the whole chorus at one point. It was fucking amazing. Even the schlub standing next to me, who'd been pretty deadpan for most of the concert, was screaming along. It felt so good.)
14. New Born (sweet jesus!!! I fucking love Origin of Symmetry. THANK YOU MUSE!)
15. Plug in Baby (New Born followed by Plug in Baby... those men are geniuses. For PiB, they released tons of giant balloons over the mosh pit, it was fucking amazing. Oh my God, it was amazing.)
Then they left the stage! The whole Garden was pitch black, and suddenly everyone starts holding up cellphones and lighters, the whole place is full of these tiny swaying lights, it was amazing. Finally, Muse comes back out.
16. Soldier's Poem (definitely more mellow than anything else they played, but after the excitement and exhaustion of the past few songs, the crowd was ready for it.)
(the highlight of my night. Jack held me and we danced. It was so perfect.)
18. Stockholm Syndrome
19. Take a Bow
Ahhh. They left us all begging and screaming for more. They focused a little too much on Black Holes & Revelations... but then, I loved every song. I was SO happy to hear Unintended, Map of the Problematique, Time is Running Out, New Born, Butterflies & Hurricanes, Feeling Good... I wish they would've played Bliss and Exo-Politics, or Sing for Absolution... Oh, hell, I love all their stuff. Fucking amazing concert.
So then we found a 24 hour Dunkin Donuts and Jack got me a happy birthday smoothie. It was delicious. Best birthday ever. We caught the 12:18 train and were all cutesy and coupley on the ride home, annoying the piss out of anyone nearby, I'm sure. I read some of my magazine. Tuesday
My 18th birthday!
I took Nevsky out and played with him on my bed, changed his food and water and cleaned his wheel. Had reheated pizza for lunch and wrote in my blog! Will soon see my darling angel Jack, and we will celebrate my big one-eight.