We got back around midnight last night and boy are we POOPED.
The concert was fun for the most part though.
We learned the first day that we needed something to cover our noses up with. Dust along with being constantly bombarded with cig and weed smoke. We were blowing black boogers for a while and our sinuses felt like someone took sandpaper to them.
Thankfully there was a Walmart close to our hotel (which was really nice), and we picked up a couple of bandanas for a dollar a piece :D
We got to get up close for one band which was fun.
And sort of close for another band we really wanted to see.
That.... was an experience. First, we had to stand there for 2 hours. Yeah... 2 hours in a tiny little space, hot ass sun beating down on you, and a bunch of sweaty bodies crowding around.
That shit... ugh.
THEN, people started getting bored and the titties started to come out :P lol
It was pretty funny, there were 3 stages in total. There was a band playing on a different stage, but the camera views would keep popping back to our area b/c of all of the boobs. rofl
THEN, crowd surfing. UUUUUUUUUUGH
That crap is so F-ing dangerous for the surfers and the people down below. Thankfully there were taller guys around me, but I got pushed around quite a bit by them trying to get the surfers over... and good lord there was a TON of them.
And this was all before the band even came out. It got worse when they finally did come out. We were crushed b/c a mosh pit formed so everyone not wanting to be in it backed up and w/ a railing in the way, there was nowhere to go. And when I say there was no room, there was NO ROOM. Just imagine someone laying on top of you, now picture that but you're all standing up and there are people all around you. That's how smooshed we were.
Couldn't see shit, almost lost my hat and glasses a few times, got elbowed in the face, had my toes stepped on too many times to count.
It was an experience... kind of fun, but damn, we're too old for that shit lol.
I showed my bitch face though. People were trying to get in front of us, but I cut that shit off. I grabbed some kid next to me and said NOPE. We got there early, WE were going to be up front, not some late comer looking to push their way forward.
And another bad thing... the entire place was filled with rocks... and I was wearing little flimsy flip flops. I felt each and every rock I stepped on. That shit was HELL on my poor feet. They feel so bruised right now. Hoping they'll feel better tomorrow.
But that's not the big news.. the big news is that my brother and SiL are lying idiots.
They watched our pets for us. They've done it before, NP.
They smoke, so go out front to do it. Well, I get a text on Sunday telling us that there was a fire... in the front area near the garage. There's wood mulch all in the area so, if there's a fire, it's all going to burn.
SiL says that my brother put it out and DH asks if the house has been damaged. She says NO AND that they have NO idea how it got started.
BULL FUCKING SHIT.
I'm fairly confident I know what happened.
SiL & my brother usually share a cig. She'll come in before it's completely finished. It's what they've always done b/c she doesn't like sitting outside.
I bet you that my brother put the cig out in the area. Probably smashed it in to the patio or something b/c that's what he's done before and the still burning embers blew in to the mulch catching it on fire.
No fucking idea how it started my ASS.
There is NOTHING in that area that would cause a fire to start. Absolutely nothing.
What pisses me off is that they're fucking lying about not knowing how it started. They know damn well how it started, but don't want to own up to their mistake.
That's all it fucking is... just an accident. That shit happens, but the kind of people they are, they'll NEVER fucking own up to it and pfft, good luck to us if we think they're going to pay for anything to be replaced.
AND there is actually very noticeable damage to the house. It's not the main part but these wooden pillar things on the porch. There is very very very noticeable damage to them w/ scorch marks, bubbled up paint and warped from the fire material (it's not pure wood, maybe a composite?).
So yeah, they almost burned our house down.
From the looks of the mulch, it was inches away from being right by the house. We would've come home to part of our house gone.
So yeah... SO fucking pissed off at them. For the fire sure, but mostly for lying and thinking we're just a couple of fucking idiots.
So now we're having to debate if we should call our insurance about it. If we do, that means we would have to say we've had a house fire even though it's very minimal damage to not even the main part.
Just UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH
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