So I got to the show. I also stage dived for the first time, which was retarded but fun. I'm certainly not stupid enough to...head dive.
However, the story only gets worse from there. Before we left to goto the show, we parked the car and then my friend reealized he couldn't turn it back on. Something was off with the electrical connection. We were in too much of a hurry to figure it out then and left it. We came back after the show and the bar and the car was still dead as **** so we called AAA and after waiting an hour and a half, they came and fixed it immediately. Then my mom calls and asks where I am, and I tell her the car broke down after the show and we'd be home in like 2 and a half hours (This is like past 2). We got lost in some northern suburbs, found our way back to the thruway and that was about it til I got home at about 5:30, where my parents were ready to go nuts on me and accuse me of all kinds of bull**** that has no basis except their concern. I flipped out as well and left for college about 5 hours early on foot.
So after about a total of 2 hours of walking in the city and my way to school with no food or sleep, I'm waiting for class to start and then I don't know what. My friend says she'll come by and give me some lunch and bring me up to the house so I can grab my money and go downtown.
I was at a symphony concert the other week, where my college's orchestra (surprisingly talented) played Shostakovich's Symphony No. 5 in D minor. It was a great piece. Shostakovich was an anti-Soviet composer living in Soviet Russia. He was on thin ice with the country's leader's, so he had to create a piece that would please his communist oppressors while at the same time assert his disapproval of their rule. He strikes these mocking militaristic movements that pleased me so much. It was so deliberately ugly, but could be mistaken for beautiful nationalism by someone who wasn't paying attention. I love it when people stick it to the man.
