Instead of going outside like I was supposed to so that I had to come around and get in line for my ticket to be scanned, I went back through the side door I came through (which led to an area behind the scanners) and let the guy by the door check my bag, although he really didn't care. I then just headed right up the stairs and after a small bit of dawdling to check out the stage/arena views I decided it was probably smarter to get down to my seat before anyone from security started to hassle me. So I follow my ticket section and get all the way down the stairs to Row C - I am in Row A. I asked the guard outside the GA section and was pointed over to the two rows of red plush seats on the side of the stage, sectioned off from the main seats. Wow! Very cool! There were some guards near the backstage that kept looking at me and finally one came over and said, "We're all wondering how you managed to get that big bag in here", in a genial sort of way. We had a laugh about it and tossed a few scenarios back and forth, one of mine being that the neon-brightness of my hair blinded everyone, to which he replied, "That's what we were thinking!"
|Cedric on stage doing guitar check. The security guard to the far left was the jokester.|
|I had to do a full-zoom for this one, as he was all the way across the arena.|
|This sign was right before you get backstage. I love it.|
|The empty hospitality room, filled with empty beer bottles.|
|Whoever this is has great taste in hair color.|
|Is this the same chick as above? Who is she? She looks scarily, eerily like me in this particular pic, seriously. Like whoa.|
The bus was supposed to leave at 4am but around 230am Cedric was notified they were taking off. We walked up to the buses outside and it was hella-cold. We were saying our goodbyes and I was wondering where I was gonna stay (I didn't know if the bus station was open 24hrs like the airport, bc those were pretty much my only 2 options), and how much a cab ride was gonna cost to get me that far (ouch). All the sudden, Matt shows up behind us and asks, "So, where are you staying, when does your bus leave?" I answer, "I'm still figuring that out, my bus leaves at noon today, so I figure I'll just go to the station", and he replies, "Well then, you're coming on the bus with us to New York".
Are you fucking kidding me????!!!
To make a longer story short, that's exactly what happened (after much assurance on my part that I'd be just fine in Boston, but after an offer like that how could I seriously end up refusing?!). I rode in bus#2 with the awesome crew and met (and re-met) really interesting people, talking, laughing, and drinking all the beer until 4am. I even ended up having my very own bunk in the back, but I went up front by the driver and ended up sitting in the ridiculously comfortable passenger seat all night long, making conversation & staring out that huge front window. We got into NY just as it was getting light out. So wonderful. I crawled back to the middle area of the bus and curled up on the couch as I didn't want to disturb the crew, and lounged for a couple of hours until everyone started getting up. Outside the bus I thanked Matt again and told him I'd see him at MSG in a couple of days, and he said "Of course, you'll be in the House Box with me!" I smiled and took it with a grain of salt, as I never believe anything until it's happening lol.
|Me on Phoenix's bus from Boston to NY. My shirt says, "I'll never stop pooping" :) (Photo taken by Joakim)|
|Common area #1, looking front to back (behind the door are the bunks)|
|Common area looking back to front (behind the door is the driver, that's my blue backpack on the floor)|
|In NY at dawn, photo taken by me at a red light. I really like how this one turned out, and it makes a pretty nice wallpaper too!|
|One of many interesting street art pieces in the neighborhood; I have so many more to take pictures of!|
To be continued...