21-hour days part 2
Last friday, the dynamic duo no. 2 and I decided to go biking along Lakeshore at 6 in the morning the next day. This required me to wake up at 4:30, load my bike in car and get to the trio’s place 15 minutes before 6. Which I did, and after a few calls, I realized the duo were still in bed. Great thing bout those two is that they move fast. 15 minutes later, we were on our way to the bike trail.
If ever you get the chance, go biking along Lakeshore in the early morn. There’s few cars on the street, and the sun isn’t too hot. The scenery can be breath-taking too. We did an easy 20 km, and returned to the trio’s place famished. After a breakfast of eggs, rice and pancakes, I went home to drop off my bike and hopefully get a few Zs before I pick up Josh in the afternoon.
Sarah, Josh, Louie and I got tickets to see Fall Out Boy at the Molson Ampitheatre. This was Sarah and Josh’s first concert, and sadly, nobody had a camera aside from Josh’s phone. I know, I know. I’ve failed as a seasoned concert-goer. *sniff*
I’m a big fan of Fall Out Boy, and getting to see them live was something I’ve been looking forward to since March. Opening for them was Cobra Starship (from Snakes on Planes), followed by performances by Paul Wall, The Academy Is…, and +44 (by former members of Blink 182). Cobra Starship did well as an opening act. We ditched Paul Wall’s for some grub, returned to some ho-hum numbers by The Academy Is, and got pumped from +44 high-energy songs. Despite the long wait for Fall Out Boy, I was going to try and enjoy all $44 bucks worth of it.
On a side note, I have to say that Travis Barker is a god on drums.
Although I was disappointed by Fall Out Boy’s taped live performance on MTV, I was optimistic that their Molson gig would be better. And it was. It was good, in a mo** fucking F. O. B. way.
For the next two hours, Fall Out Boy gave a fist-pumping, seizure-inducing, madly-jumping, dizzily-spinning show. The video accompanying the numbers were well done, with well-timed fireworks and audience-rallying in-between-ers. I also saw for the first time the morbid video for Carpal Tunner of Love. The lyrics don’t make sense at all, but I was too distracted with the bloody animation to really care.
FOB did a cover of Michael Jackson’s beat, which Pete Wentz called a song that makes him want to “drink, fuck and sing”, with brief apologies to the crowd’s mothers.
Other highlights of the FOB concert was a guy who purposely got hit by baseballs as part of the intermission, and a guy who did pushups for an entire FOB song whose title I can’t remember.
To call back FOB for the encore, the crowd had to chant “MO*** FCKIN F.O.B!!!” Nicely done. LOL!
All in all FOB was bloody awsome. I’d go see them again. Next time, I don’t care if I have to walk, but I’ll park closer to the exit, since it took us half an hour just to get out of the parking lot.
By the time I dropped off everybody, it was almost 1 am. After a quick shower and some last-minute facebook updates, I fell asleep close to 2 am. By that time, I’ve been up for more than 21 hours. Crazy!
Still, 21 is better than 40-hour insane days. Such is my love-hate relationship with sleep. Cheers to long crazy-dream-filled sleep!