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got dragged in to see my chemical romance (almost vomited typing that)
My cousin said he wanted to go see them live with his wife in detroit but was afraid to go by themselves so I told him I'd go over with them watch the game at the hockeytown cafe and meet them when they get out, unfortunately he heard me as: 'hell yeah i want a ticket!' We end up hitting the border at least 4 hours before the show which i thought was a little silly considering i only live about 10 minutes away from the venue so I figured we'd hit up some food in the meantime.. NOPE! Apparently his wife is the BIGGEST FAN IN THE WORLD of this shitbag band and, at that point, never even heard of. So when we walked by the venue and she spotted their trailer she parked her self in front of it and began crying... yes CRYING! (27 years old) I thought she was scared, saw a dead body, saw someone get stabbed, but NO she was crying because she was THAT close to the band. Now i was stuck there in downtown detroit with a crying 'adult' and my cousin just looks at me and shrugs his shoulders the whole time saying 'i don't know man... she's just a big fan'. On a funny side note this is the point where i realized that my cousin had the EXACT same haircut as the lead singer, which i found pretty amusing!
Waited 3 hours in line to get into the damn place (people were camped out, yes in DETROIT) We get in and i'm surrounded by 14 year old screaming girls and i'm sitting by the back wall with all the dads scratching my head wondering what went wrong with my life... oh and the music was terrible, like if bon jovi had a boy band when he was younger.
worst concert ever...
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