The SLAM

05-01-2009 Friday

Shame on me I don't have any photos from the Summer Slam. I have three lame excuses for that. No.1: We spent most of the time standing in line for everything: Entrance, T-shirts, and Portalets. No.2: I was busy either moshing or drinking beer. No.3: I was not with who I'm supposed to be yesterday.

I'll elaborate lame excuse no. 3 further. I'm supposed to be with my Pards and some of his 'punk' friends (according to him). We're supposed to just meet inside since he was at the Slam as early as 12nn, that's when the gates open. Jesus, I'm NOT that excited about the whole shit to be there that early! So I decided to just let them be there first and I'll just search for them at our usual spot beside the stage. With that being said, I went to the venue on my own but on my way there, a guy I rode the jeep with came up to me on the bus where we both hopped on and asked me if I'm going to the Slam. I nodded yes and he asked me to join him during the trip since we're headed for the same gig. I was pleased to have company so I don't have to think twice in saying yes.

We arrived at Pantranco at around 3:30. We waited for some of his friends there and he introduced me to two who's already there. (Those two who I ended up tagging along with towards the end of the Slam). One of them is Ram, a small guy with a curly hair that reaches past is shoulders. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and a cap sat on top of his messy hair that was tied with a rubber band. He strikingly resembles the vocalist of the band Aizo so I didn't have a hard time remembering his looks. The other one, Alex, greeted me with a warm smile and a lazy but solemn look in his deep-set dark brown eyes that I can't help but smile back. He was wearing a pale red t-shirt with the words 'Bug Off!' printed at the back of it and I noticed he has this amused look on his face most of the time.

The line to the entrance was extremely long and we spent that next one hour and thirty minutes standing on that line. I knew Pards wouldn't wait on me at the side of the stage anymore and I confirmed that when we finally entered Amoranto. I separated from them for awhile to search for Pards at our usual spot but he's not there. I searched and searched but the stadium is getting packed and I'm having a hard time distinguishing the faces around me. What's with all those eyeliners and black shirts that makes them all look the same. Sighing, I went back with them and I have no choice but to stick with them throughout the gig.

A good decision, though. I enjoyed their company. We drank beer, smoked some cigarettes and moshed happily. I was officially wasted again. Haha. The moshpit was enough to kick your sanity out of place. Who needs it anyway when you're having a fucking good time?

The main act of the show was Shadows Fall and man, they rocked the entire stadium. The fireworks added excitement to the crowd and I stared in awe as Brian, in all his metal glory, ruled the stage with his extremely long dreadlocks flying gloriously as he bang his head to the rhythm of their songs. Alex was beside me all throughout the moshpits of the crowd as Shadows Fall performed (and even before them, he was with me, holding me as we joined the moshing crowd). One time, I even think he hugged me or maybe I just got pushed too hard or maybe I was just drunk and imagining things. But I'm sure as hell wasn't imagining when he wrapped his arms around my waist or around my shoulders, eager to protect me from getting slammed too much. What was that all about? Gee, I don't know. He did ask for my number so let's see if he could be the distraction I needed. I came up with the solution of finding a distraction so that I don't fall completely for Mac and if he is up for it, then case is closed.

Yeah, I know you'll think I'm a flirt that I can't be content with one guy but it's absurd to give out all your trust and feelings to someone whom you feel is not telling you everything. Someone who keep giving you random bullshits as reasons. Someone who can't clearly state where you stand in his life. I'm still young. I want to still play the field for now so please don't tell me what to do because my mind is pretty made up already. I want someone other than my Mac who will be willing play along with me. I want someone who will keep me from thinking Mac whenever he's not around and I don't have a fucking idea about what he's up to. I give 100% when it comes to relationships, sometimes even more but there are times that I feel like that someone doesn't deserve all of it unless he has proven himself and I think (and all of my friends think) that Mac still has a lot to prove. So for now I should give him 60% and what do I do with the rest? Give to someone else and as I'm typing these today, I'm hoping that that someone else will be Alex.

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 5:17 AM