Well had to blog for the first time about one of the most bizzare nights of my life. So here goes it ...  My boyfriend of about a year is an up and comer in the music industry and had a show this past Friday in Steger , Illinois. Me being the most supportive chick in the world , I decided to take the 45 minute drive to go see him and support him. On the way I was a bit nervous because I really don't like being surrounded by alot of strangers, personally it creeps the hell out. To top it off half of these people are my boyfriends buddies who probaly won't accept me and a host of other girl issues that ultimately don't make any sense in the end. Anyways, a toll and a five dollar cover charge later I'm at the place. From the looks of the kids standing outside the place , they were pretty weird but hey I am too so I exhaled and walked into the building. Suprisingly there was my love smiling brightly and easing anxioty.

                             Then he decided to flaunt me. Right. So I meet a band that looked every bit of pre-pubesant crazy, rocker, brats that get their way with the parents and walk over all authority. hmmmmm. Pretty cool dudes, but the rest of the people were well, characters to say the least. Well to begin , also performing was a beat-boxer. I always appreciated the craft because of course I can't do the shit, somebody has to. Anyways this kid was pretty odd. First off I held a bit more testostrone in my blood stream. Sad but true. I, who's voice is soprano, sounded as a tenor in his presence. Now this would be okay if he was frail and pale, but no he was this big burley black guy. Football player status. Further more he tended to squeal every time he saw a familiar face , "Hey I know you!" This becoming very annoying to me, I looked for my love and struck a small conversation before showtime. So we're chit chatting and up walks this little kid, as cute as can be and cuts me off mid-sentence. I figure he's cute so I didn't mind. He starts all jittery, towards my boyfriend and goes, "Hey remember that time you were at my house and we played the xbox, and um, um ....." My man not seeing this adorable in the least bit shuts him down immediatly and continues to speak to me. Now I feel a bit bad. So I go , and this is a huge mistake, "Ah you're so cute!" Now what happened next is pretty normal from  eight year old boys in my life. He sticks his little tongue out and goes,"Pbbbbbtttttttttt!" spitting all over me. A little offended I reiterate, not caring if he gets a small shower, and not minding how much of a child I'm seeming like. The whole night he continued his actions and his sister yelled for him to leave us alone. I'll get back to that later.

                    So the show starts and my honey goes first. Then goes the beat-boxer. A good show so far. Then comes the band. The first song was pretty descent .I actually enjoyed it. The next song I thought would be as pleasant as the first. What threw me off was the little joke that interluded the selection. "I chased skirts my whole life until I went to Scottland and boy was I suprised!" It was cute and corny . So the bass starts off ,followed by the drummar and the two guitarist. cool melody. I'm not a huge fan of screaming so when the whole band, not just lead singer, starts to scream at the tops of their lungs, my ears bled a bit. I thought that was the end because the drummer made a quip about his esophogus bleeding. But no, it doesn't stop there!. The screams get louder and pretty soon I have a raging headache. During this time I'm wondering where the guy I actually came to see went. He pops in and leaves me again. The same loud screaming. So I remove myself hoping that my ride is out front or at least hoping to run into my boyfriend. No luck of either. So after ten minutes of waiting for at least one, and hearing the kids outside talk about their massive ninja sword and Yu-gi-oh! card collections, I'm a bit on edge.

            Thus my love walks up. A couple of quick kisses and a friendly conversation later. Up walks the little kid. "Hey, remember the time we were at my house and um, um, ummmmm," again my love brushes him off. And yet again he "Pbbbbbbbbtttttttt" at me. I return the favor and his sister goes, "Stop bothering him!" The kid goes,  "I'm not doing it to him I'm doing it to the freak!" Huh! I never wanted to choke a kid that bad before but to avoid the consequences I relied on my wit. "Yea I'm the freak but your brother wears more eyeliner than I do!" I'm satisfied and the kid runs off. A double whammy! As if the night couldn't get any more odd, random chicks are walking on their hands , and a group of kids , unfortunatly including the boy I dedicate myself to, are running around aimlessly. As if it weren't enough the police pull up and tell us to stop "Loitering". Oooh big on the laws here at Steger. Now the shows over by now and i still have no ride here yet. Lights are going off and everyones leaving. So my boyfriend retrieves a celluar device and I call my ride. This is the golden part folks ...... Hes been in the parking lot the entire time .... yea the entire time . Hadn't left at all. Relieved and a bit pissed that I didn't know this sooner, I bid my farewells and practically ran into the passengers seat.  As i got into the car, I basically begged him to floor it outta the place. As soon as he did I felt the need to listen to rap. Boy I blasted it. Thus I have a story to tell people like you who read this ... boy boy boy, No more Steger for me. EVER!